i got close enough to the river that i couldn't hear the trucks
(i think the screaming wind said my name)
but not close enough to stop the roaring of my mind
(significance found in rocks)
these rocks don't care if i live or die
(and in the mountain slowly blowing in the river)
everyone i know will finally turn away
(lost wisdom returns)
i will confuse and disinterest all posterity
(and the sound of the river sighing)
lost wisdom is a quiet echo
(here's your home)
lost wisdom by the edge of the stream at dusk
is a quiet echo on loud wind

with one hand in the water running cold and clear
(under the ashes waking up)
fog obliterates the morning and i don't know where i am
(in blue dusk slowly revealing)
the heart is pounding and you are always on my mind
(seeing the moon in the middle of the day)
lost wisdom is a quiet echo
(the gleaming stone)
lost wisdom, a boulder under the house
(cuts dreams I have been living)
i used to know you
(sleeping)
now i don't

the screaming wind said my name
(now the whole world is flaming)
i think significant and dark
(or is it clouds rising through trees on the ridge)
my lost face in the mirror at the gas station
(i know the world is a flaming house and what i hold)
who are you but my face that i wake up with alone
(i will be grieving)
lost wisdom
approaching shape in the low light

you thought you knew me
(and lost wisdom returns)
you thought our house was home
(watching dust dancing)
i thought i knew myself
(living a long life)
i thought my heart was calm
(growing towards void)
thunder lightning tidal wave
the wind blew down the door
(awareness persistently fleeting)
lost wisdom
the river goes through the room

i saw your picture out of nowhere
(and the song that cuts)
and forgot what i was doing
(through the fog sometimes)
everything vanished in your eclipse
(is lost in rainy evenings)
a constellation of moments comes to life in the void
(wrapped in the fog,)
lost wisdom face down under the moss
(and the back of the house)
enraptured by the beautiful face in the billowing flames,
i open the front and back door and let the wind blow through.
and i stood in the house and tried to hold the breeze
lost wisdom waking up in a pile of ash
(I followed a sound further in and)
secret knowledge
comes to me in the dusk
showed me the river
i saw me (i saw you)

these rocks don't care if i live or die,
everyone i know will finally turn away (x9)