Light ended the night, but the song remained And I was hiding by the stair, half here, half there past the lashing rain And as the sky would petal white, old innocent lies came to mind As we stood, congregated, at the firing line Now, back in our town as a castaway I'm reminded of the time it all fell in line, on the third of May As if it were designed, painted in sand to be washed away Oh, but I can hear you, loud in the center Aren't we made to be crowded together, like leaves? Was I too slow? Did I change overnight? Second son For the second time Can I be light and free? If I lead you through the fury will you call to me? And is all that I might owe you carved on ivory But all will fade, all I say, all I needed As a flash in the eye, I wouldn't deny, all receded Life unfolds in pools of gold I am only owed this shape if I make a line to hold To be held with one's self is deathlike, oh I know But all will be, for mine and me, as we make it And the size of the fray, can't take it away, they won't make it