Earliest Days, In Calm And Misty Dawn

I Can Reach So Far Above My Head With My Height.

And I Feel Fit For Fight,

With My Pace I Break Out The Light,

And The Cool Wind Strengthens Me To Walk On By.



But, So Far Beyond My Pace,

I Watch You Run Over And Make Me Feel Foreign Inside.

And Don't Ever Call Again

I Want Seven Undone Days.

A Revolt Of My Force Inside.



Thoughtful, Early Autumn-days, A Chestnut In My Palm

As I Open My Lover's Eyes To See If They Still Shine.

Though I Feel Fit For Fight,

And My Pace Can Break Out The Light,

I Need More To Make Me Feel All Right.