Ravens have flown from tower and parapet
My mother below, shouting out epithets
I would risk a branch's snap
And I would leap the widest gap
To see the world laid out like a map
But I didn't know a thing until I fell
Far enough to see their seven hells
And if I didn't die
I surely set the clock to ticking
Summer child
Who couldn't know what song they all were singing
Stories they told, where the names were songs
But different down south, they get the words all wrong
I could look deeper still
And wonder why blood was spilled
All along was I meant to build?
In my dreams I saw it all
Scrawled across a cannonball
And if I didn't die
I surely set the clock to ticking
Summer child
Who couldn't know what song they all were singing
Is this falling? Is this flight?
Must it be from a great height?
Will we sing that sweet reprise
Will I see through different eyes
Oh will I be old and wise?
Is it true that summer's over?
I thought this would go much slower
Can't you feel the weirwoods weeping
Where the past was always sleeping?
Sometimes you'll dream of home
And you'll look to all of your idols
But we all are grey
We can do great good or great evil
All of those you've loved
In the dust they will be waiting
To teach you where to go
When the future's accelerating
What will chase the cold away?
Is it games that rich men play?
Will we sing that sweet reprise
Will I see it for the trees
Strength lies in the darkest roots
Not every story is true
Not every story is true