Down beneath these tangled roots
There lies a [bad word] not as clean
As it seems up here

And in the outbuildings
Unattended and austere I fear
I'll [bad word] unclear
Oh I fear
I'll [bad word] unclear

I was all out of fight
Then the dark came down but no cavalry arrived
And those ne'er-do-wells love a sacrifice
But you don't scare me

Underneath these over hangs there lives a fear not as clear
As it seems up here
And rivulets at great length
Form tiny landscapes over years
I'll [bad word] unclear
Oh I fear
I'll [bad word] unclear

And some people believe that they're the only ones
That have a stirring in their hearts that they can't name
But not all hearts will fall apart [bad word] undone
But it's that stirring in our hearts that we can't name
That keeps us all the same