Ten thousand years have passed
Ten thousand women in white
Over and down the mountain side
Paralyzed, breathless at their sight

Blacker than the blackest crow
Deeper than the deepest mine
I confess i've nothing to show
I conspire to bide my time.
(I am done conspiring for now)

Kettles who think they're lions
Lions who hide with spoons on their eyes
I was there when the last star fell
The last star has blackened the sky

I'll be damned if i am lost
Lame and dumb bound to lye
Silence not without its cost
Fifteen miles till open sky. Hold on.