Fear, like the spunning isn't wildI fear there's nothing left for yearning, childTo fear, this feeling isn't worth it nowTo disappear and leave this hang of sheep to dieIn your absenceOh here, I lay upon a crowded shoreI could hear the thunder come across that stormIs it clear? You think you'd only answer nowTo disappear, the stream that goesThe rain hung down in your pastVanished to ashVanished to ashVanished to ashVanished to ashSlow come slowly floatingSlow come slowly floatingSlow come slowly floating