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Lower the day-tune, while |
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they carry candles through the night, |
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For thousands of miles |
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Lower the day-tune, |
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Why? |
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They hide into the dawn |
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Then they took off to find her tree, |
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Drove for miles the highway down |
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Lifting the dark to call the light, |
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But though they tried, nothing went right. |
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Lower the day-tune, while |
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They drove to seek wonders, |
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For thousands of miles |
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Lower the day-tune, |
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Why? |
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They hide into the dawn |
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[and I'm stay in the doorway |
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to keep an eye behind them, |
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exited to dive into their dawn, |
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they hide into the dawn] |
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You're got to come to hear the sounds, |
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Directed by the bright, they grow |
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And hundreds of fountain-hearts will sound, |
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Though they have no reason to |
