Lunar - Public Memory, The Sight Below

somebody slipped it out to save the long gone wrong

without a simple way to paint it all unsure

I never met him in life but don’t think that I could

the letter met us in jest to take it back for good

like a rook to fool

see all my rays on fog

we said

about the way to pass

lay it flat for good

in vain

the crooked stream

I would row away if I could

the mountain top

try to reach my end

it’s not there for you