Lyric

I sway and think

‘bout her lonely

All creature’s dumb

And I talk to the light

Nice days, their cry

I can see nothing but her

No way to tell

Someone sings

Nice days, their cry

I can see nothing but her

No way to tell

Someone sings along in two

I sway and think

‘bout her lonely

All creature’s dumb

And I walk to the signs

I never feel

All the things in falling

Neglect to keep ‘em in my mind

All across the flavor

Then she, in red, off her shoes

Rest in peace, and flown