I've seen summons buried in more air, buried in space
And I just lied down in the snow, buried in space
I've seen moss covered stumps in dying light, taking on shapes
Black wooden mythologies, I know a place
Layer after layer of comprehension
Welling up in the morning light between two mysteries
The town rests in the valley beneath twin peaks, buried in space
What goes up there in the night, in that dark, blurry place?
Driving to work in the morning, we live in graves
Always trying to climb out of the hole, buried in space
And the songs fade, and the singer's die
But my heart will not stop thumping
The shapes in the dark still look convincing
So here I am