| [00:19.43] | There's a season in your eyes |
| [00:27.87] | and a fever on your breath |
| [00:33.31] | you're anchored to the tide |
| [00:33.93] | and the rhythm in your chest |
| [00:34.12] | I read the rings and count the city lights |
| [00:35.18] | you sing a static sonnet on the dial |
| [00:44.00] | you could talk a walk, through the mines |
| [01:05.56] | |
| [01:10.75] | or you could spend all your days |
| [01:13.25] | just waiting for the night |
| [01:14.81] | the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire |
| [01:18.75] | I see it all reflected in your eyes |