I can see every star
Though it makes no sense
Time spreads them out like Jasmine on a fence
Always behind
I can let go but I'm still always behind
Hem and haw, pitch and yaw
It seems so clear
Nature takes its back
Year after year
Always growing near
I can read about The Troubles
And listen to The Pogues
If I should fall from grace how am I supposed to know?
Always behind
I can let go but I'm still always behind
On board with an eye roll
Rare water
A ringing bell
Rare water
Through a porous cell
It seems so clear
Nature takes its course
Year after year
Always growing near