in the backwaters beyond fables and years is freedom in moving on there s a silence that may be heard loud and clear in the simple wild and natural cadence keep my eyes opened keep my ears sharpened there s nothing to fear but fear itself in oh desperation chasing horizons in the flame and the flood through the briers and the brambles of our tears there s no failure in true survival or the trials and tales of old that cut me near will help keep my head above the water keep my eyes opened keep my ears sharpened there s nothing to fear but fear itself in oh desperation chasing horizons in the flame and the flood