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flung wide
the salutations
the deep curse
and the shutters close
a spring house
in the making
on good earth
of momented souls
in my soul
and fears
i don’t know
i hear there is a march
we should go

lost on this road are there any real sundays to find

unbound
on the rising
the pell mell
the of miser kings
as you saw
what i'm seeing
oh you'd thaw
from the fires
there pace
in your game
and wake
in your straights
i ache from the center
out

lost on this road are there any real sundays to find?
lost on this road are there any real souls

don’t hear
what i hear
don’t see
what i see
don’t leave what i must leave behind

lost on this road are there any real sundays to find?

this stop
i am hunger
the deep well
of a stranger held
and this heart
of a lonely hunter
now

i'm lost on this road are there any real sundays to find
i'm lost on this road are there any real souls?
are there any real souls to find?
are there any real souls to find?