All these years behind windows
With blind crosses sweeping the tablesAnd myself tracking over empty ground
Animals I never sawI with no voiceRemembering names to invent for them
Will any come back will oneSaying yesSaying look carefully yes
We will meet again
With blind crosses sweeping the tablesAnd myself tracking over empty ground
Animals I never sawI with no voiceRemembering names to invent for them
Will any come back will oneSaying yesSaying look carefully yes
We will meet again








