Since I lost my way
Retreat into my old shell
A tired tortoise
Since I lost my way
Retreat into my old shell
A tired tortoise
In the darkest deeps
Never sure what might be found
Hidden underneath
Cold muscles shiver
As the axe bites in a knot
Even mountains shake
As the falling sun
Paints the clouds like a rainbow
Now I am alive
The taste of new leaves
The sound of long spring evenings
The smell of Ramsons
Still lost and confused
All that I touch turns to dust
Though I tried my best
Underground I sleep
Until the spring sun wakes me
From long lucid dreams
A baby cony
Tucked away in my warren
Warm and safe and dry
Clear blue crystal skies
Quiet birdsong haunts me still
When I remember
When the blind lead us
We follow, with hopeful hearts
Into the pitch dark