Crickets flee the dampened ground, awoken by unholy sound
With one eye closed and one eye fast asleep
Rising high and falling fast, the light is swarming round the mass
So beautiful like silent poetry

To the edge of the bank, where the horses came and drank
Beating flies off with a tail as black as coal
And a water so clear you can see your face in here
It's a refuge for the tired and ragged souls

Buzzards take the morning sky with presence of a new messiah
But grace belies the potency within
Floating on a bed of fear, their manner has no earthly peer
Sweeping like a cyclone through the wind

To the edge of the bank, where the horses came and drank
Beating flies off with a tail as black as coal
And a water so clear you can see your face in here
It's a refuge for the tired and ragged souls