[00:25.20]Was it a dream
[00:27.18]Where I wandered off the trail
[00:30.30]Aimlessly drawn
[00:31.38]And came to a clearing
[00:32.91]On the hill of town
[00:37.68]Still hearing calls
[00:44.82]And a circle of stone
[00:47.58]Surrounded a pool of black water and sky
[00:51.72]Where I reached in and pulled out a song
[00:57.54]Ceremoniously young
[01:04.17]I think I dreamt it
[01:06.84]Standing on the street in the wind looking south
[01:10.98]Hunting for singing
[01:14.13]Indulging imagining words in the wind
[01:16.98]But nothing means nothing
[01:20.46]Everything is fleeting
[01:24.45]Don't get used to it
[01:29.70]I say, look upon the ruins
[01:56.16]Two distant branches on the hill
[01:59.34]There's no song, no sacredness now
[02:02.94]What I'd called the spirit world blows into dust
[02:07.98]Like me, and the song
[02:15.24]Born of alienation
[02:22.38]Ancient questions
[02:26.40]Answered alive in me again
[02:31.59]Indulging imagining words in the wind
[02:34.86]But nothing means nothing
[02:38.31]Everything is fleeting
[02:41.55]Don't get used to it
[02:43.59]I say, look upon the ruins
[03:14.07]Voice in the branches
[03:17.25]Pulling me still.