down slips the morning and soaks the trees faces come wandering out of their homes pale in the middle of the street (leave it all) colors sharp as razor blades (i leave it all) and just as deadly i cut my hand (i take off) bird calls twice before it circles away (i take off) i knew i'd be standing here again back upon this long unwanted road down slips the morning sounds spreads out thins the fog colors sharp as razor blades and just as deadly cut my hands on the reflections the water runs bird calls twice and circles away there's a third circle i knew i'd be standing here again back upon this long unwanted road i ring the bell awakening the sound spreads out thins the fog on the hillside while that distant sun still shines