Through the Night

Old man, I’ve seen your hands
They steady one another
In you lies a great king whose pride
Is weeping like a wound

Oh, that mighty fall changed the season
Oh, you’re fading everyday
And I’ve come to be with you

Old man, I clean your hands
I hold them underwater
You confide that in dreams you fly
Where no one has ever been

Through the night I wander
I leave you when you’re sleeping
It’s alright if you wake up
And don’t quite remember the world

You don’t remember the room you’re in
I find you sweating and cold and thin
And I’ve come to be with you

Old man, I’ve walked your land
Been one end to the other
While you, inside, remain death-defied
Your body like a tomb

Through the night I wander
I leave you when you’re sleeping
It’s alright if you wake up
And don’t quite remember the world

You don’t remember the one you have been
Who are these figures that hem you in
The night has come to be with you

Through the night I wander
I leave you when you’re sleeping
It’s alright if you wake up
And don’t quite remember the world

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