Must´ve been forces, that took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses, that I´ve been in
But them the main closest, hark! it gives meaning Mine

I cannot really post this, ah feel the signs
I worried about rain and I worried bout lightning
But I watched them off, to the light of the morning
Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
Where the days have no numbers
If it´s harmed, it´s harmed me, it´ll harm, I let it in

Oh, the old modus: out to be leading live
Said, comes the old ponens, demit to strive
A word about Gnosis: it ain´t gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
I worry about shame, and I worry bout a worn path
And I wander off, just to come back home
Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
Cause the days have no numbers

It harms me, it harms me, it harms like a lamb
So I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
Suppose you can´t hold shit. how high I´ve been
What a river don´t know is: to climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses, or stay behind

I´ve been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And I walked it off: how long I´d last
Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
Cause the days have no numbers
Well it harms it harms me it harms, I´ll let it in