Fear, like the spunning isn't wild I fear there's nothing left for yearning, child To fear, this feeling isn't worth it now To disappear and leave this hang of sheep to die In your absence Oh here, I lay upon a crowded shore I could hear the thunder come across that storm Is it clear? You think you'd only answer now To disappear, the stream that goes The rain hung down in your past Vanished to ash Vanished to ash Vanished to ash Vanished to ash Slow come slowly floating Slow come slowly floating Slow come slowly floating