Had you ever thought you might have been driven, By forces, unsound and clear Today again, I miss the stylish sheens of my sonic youth, Keep me from the age of reason, sour and stale That breaks the wings of will and kills me on, I miss you, shelters of mine, Driven by horses, dark and swell A night like this and the night before I've done my best but there's no one to tell... To keep me from the edge of resign, sour and stale, That breaks the wings of will and kills me on But stay! it's only turning And we'll be breathing out The wind of surrender, like a new born illusion Driven by horses, dark and swell