Silver Timothy

I was met on the road by a face I once knew

SHAPELESS was his frame and his colors were few

We went out for a time but the sentence is in

CLIMBING into the isle where the numbers begin

Go back down, don't touch the ground

Go back down, don't touch the ground

Go back down, don't touch the ground

Go back down, don't touch the ground

I was met on the road by a face that was mine

ECHOED chambers staked with diamonds from mines

You can't never go home if you were never shown

SPOTS on the isle bleed where the numbers are born

Go back down, don't touch the ground

Go back down, don't touch the ground

Go back down, don't touch the ground

Go back down, don't touch the ground