Milk

Stillness in the rye field

Except the peaks of the grass

I'm taking my break under the sun

I'm laying back under the silk tree

Close my eyes, I dream

The misty castle green

Tower in the trees

I dreamt of Genevieve

The myth in the mirror's gleam

And I leave her behind

As the shade rolls in, and my tears turn

To feed the chrysalis in the tree beside, ooh

Hours in the day

Having footsteps on the ridge

I'm piling my sand

Remembering your face in Orion, ooh

♪

I'm on the plateau with my muse

He acts the wise woman's keys

Laughing in the breeze

And I begin to explain

Friar's lantern on the wall

Candle flames like headlights in the glass

Coming down from the furthest pass

The sweet essence of the time I left

Ooh, ooh

Hours in the day

Having footsteps on the ridge

I'm piling my sand

Remembering your face in Orion, ooh

And I begin to cross the plain in its flood

With my walking stick, I check the depths of my grief

Standing as water

I must dive down

Ooh, ooh, ooh