The Speed Of Sound In Seawater - The Macabray Lyrics
I count ten in the dusk sunon the wet grassfacing the woodsAnd I can't findWhere you have goneAnd a cold trailIs a sign where you've runand I said, "Ready or not, here I come."Ready or not, here I comeTrippin' on my lacesI am afraid that I've lost my placeat the end of the neighborhoodedge of the worldThis was a mistakeWith night clear upon usI am shone fearIn the autumn of my seventh yearAn alarming lapse of soundI see my breathjust like in the storiesDon't want you to turn aroundI don't wanna bask in your ghastly glory anymore