Some lost coast
Some bright days
No face on your young head
Piece of wheat
In your teeth

Carrying water, pears, and bread

And you´re close to some surrender
You can feel it at your feet
And later on remember
When the fever broke and you could eat

And you´ve brought enough to last another week or two
Know the door is open know that I miss

You sought land
Overgrown
No words, no false, no true
Water stands
Waves just pass through it
Like something moves through you