Ocean Mouth

Frozen lakes are where monk, jews are living

Underneath the gleaning sheets

Left alone, they've been toughened with the seasons

Changing from the sun into rain

The fear I feel is a turning wheel

It's a bitter taste I've got to fix

But the love I feel is old story

Let's start to live into a better dream

Now the leaves have fallen from my memory

Like a cigarette blown out

I can hear the whispers in the minute

Waiting to be found out

The fear I feel is a turning wheel

It's a bitter taste I've got to fix

But the love I feel is old story

Let's start to live into a better dream

I am the weak, I am the poor

I am the beast that begs for more

I am the fool, I am the first

I am the wheel turns into last

I am the root, I am the shame

I am the one, I go thinner

I am the flesh, I am the death

I am the sun that leaves bereft

The fear I feel is a turning wheel

It's a bitter taste I've got to fix

But the love I feel is old story

Let's start to live into a better dream

The fear I feel is a turning wheel

It's a bitter taste I've got to fix

But the love I feel is old story

Let's start to live into a better dream