Mother, Feeling Your Hand I
Believe You And I Did Then
And Mother, Release Every Bad Seed
The Geese Are Leaving The Trees

Exposed To Winter's Cold
They Waited Too Long
But We Too Exaggerated
And I Take The Cake Away
It's A Long Song
And I Can Play It So
Give Me A Pick Now Collector Of Bones

Words Of Smoke
Distorted, Never Broken
Paradise Is Open But I Choke
One Of These Days When I See Through The Smoke
That'll Be The Day I Get The Joke

(repeat From "exposed To Winter's Cold")