[00:09.36]You know, the places that I’ve been
[00:18.55]The faces mine offends
[00:24.58]Fumbling, fumbling
[00:35.05]Though, with murky miles ahead
[00:44.57]The fates sing softer, they’re
[00:49.65]Humming
[00:52.34]
[00:56.18]Slow, though hurried in the dark
[01:05.09]I hear them calling when it starts
[01:25.36]"Go, they’ll find you in the glen
[01:34.74]The horsemen closing in
[01:40.87]Rumbling
[01:46.70]Row, though wilder blows the wind"
[01:55.54]Into the river raging white, I’ll start again
[02:03.12]
[02:27.84]"Sleep, while you cut your teeth
[02:39.35]Whisky priest
[02:46.22]Hope, take it slow
[02:53.90]Through the habit’s prey, through the whisky’s weigh
[02:58.72]You’ll learn to grow
[03:03.66]Hold, hold, hold...