oh come down from the watertower remembering why a highway town in the sea of attrition owning my eye a sea i see at the end of the road in the wilder tides lay me down in the echoes of seasons with your hands over my eyes dawn is brave to allow all the sparrows a place for the night in the dawn of the day when the birds want to follow the yellowing sky lay me down in the echoing seasons with your hands over my eyes no you landed on my tongue cause around here folks do what they want and where is the life you placed down on my heart days go by crosses all ive lost and where is the bridge that crosses all my haunts cause round here folks do what they want