Where she collapses into the shore
Pump a light bottle down, ask her for more
There a man lay dying in ice
Gasket had busted out
Pinned him like a vice
As the sun sank into response
A friend knelt down, listened,
to his dying words as he froze
Tell my love, don't mourn too intense
I'm going down to her, great good expense
Now the air is quiet and still
Wish I was back home
in the knell of the hill
Don't think I won't try
When I close my eyes
Whatever the people will drive,
That's what I will survive
All of my friends,
My enemies too,
Live in the shadows
of the dirtiest fuel
Burns the land and
its paper to ruin
While wind's always
whistling an infinite tune
Don't think I won't try
When I close my eyes
Whatever the people will drive
That's where I will be live
Don't think I won't try
When I close my eyes
Whatever the people will drive
That's where I will be live
That's where I will be live.
Now so long, he whispered softly
Closing his eyelids
with his face furning grey
When the workers cleaned up the spill
Sent the man home to his
knell in the hill
