Show me how it ends
That it's alright
Tell me how I've wandered
Into the night
I need to survive
Though the day is too bright
Thoughts for foothills.

Onwards and upwards
Behind the stage
I was holding the ladder
When the world fell away
Through the great tumble-drier
I'm parched as the days
Have you any water?

Thoughts for foothills
Eyes like knives
I bow to your will
In all things.