Orchard (исполнитель: Indian Summer)
Slow [bad word] Eyes bound to forever Sunrise collected taken Under sown collection Of mirrors past Seeing from sleeping The joys Of the newfound wing Pulling heart and soiled Wormlike [bad word] In movements pictures Heavy tenfold Of an iron brigde That will not burn 9 ft of solid mud Holding and stealing The movement of beams Yearnings of swaying Forgotten as once more I crawl your surface For loss I am guilty For this I am sorry