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 in my tears
There's no failure in [bad word] 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