Between the dawning and the dusk there is a space to climb into
Under the failing lights of all the things you thought you'd never do
Across the stream and up the valley where the deeper silence hides
Into the forest where the sunlight falls in splinters through your eyes
No-one ever goes there, no-one ever goes there
Between the morning and the evening and the moments in between
Although the moss has overgrown the place remembered in your dreams
High above the lazy buzzards catch a glimpse of weary weeds
Down in the earth you hold your breath and eat the damage of your deeds
No-one ever goes there, no-one ever goes there