down in my wound
creeks running time
soul's growing grass
veins are pouring crime
strolling through leaves
fall with the rain
aging with clouds
autumn my aim
i deny all that's real
mirror's telling me lies
and i won't trust my eyes
'cause there's nothing to see
down in my world
rivers run fine
soul's growing old
veins are pouring vine
i deny what's the truth
wrapped up in my cocoon
hiding deep in my wound
mirror's lieing my youth
under my roof
between fern and fen
find comfort here
calm down again