In twilight hour
I feel unbeknown to power...

Moonlight -
Ghostly wind rustles...

That morning light steaming through the window
That unmistakable call...

Hold up stranger!
Hit the brakes a bit there...

In deep bush
In an ocean of green and brown...

All you need in times of down
In places where you stumble...

I look into your eyes
Deep blue pools of light...

When I was five I remember seeing
The ripe red strawberry patch out my bedroom...

As she walks past him on the hill
Cutting the wheat for autumn festival...

So similar yet in worlds so far apart;
We have our knowledge, our books, our cities...

Through searing cold and howling rain
Unprotected, un-nurtured, in hostile darkness...

O how I wish you knew
That it's a fall from a cliff...