North coast swells
I feel it when the cold comes in
Run red deer
They'll need you when they hunt your skin

Evening came
To the corners of my mind again
Cold and clean
A ringing on an open plain

Pale sun rose
A shimmer on the dusty morn
Wheel will turn
Spinning and my past will burn
But it seems so long, my friend
My memory is all but gone
Back to my whispering mind