Course of green
Coursing through
Red lights
Fade into the distance
Moving air
Translated
Into columns
It's the distance
Where they walk
Turn into dust
Under hidden boughs and branches
Under the red drifting wood
Under red drifting wood
Rotten planks holding everything in place
Where they walk turn into dust
And rotten planks
Holding everything in place
In the deserted farm house
It's the distance
It's the distance
Course of green
Coursing through
Course of green
Coursing through