I said my goodbyes to the sun 
my little one, so far away. 
And how strange, how small we must [bad word] 
yet as familiar as yesterday 

The bluest iris that I'd ever seen 
She vanished like a dream, sinking back 
into the ground 
Singing "maybe i'm ashamed and maybe I wept real tears" 
but maybe she was hiding because she wanted to be found 
You wanted to be found! 

Don't be afraid of him. 
Be still.