A Private Place

I don’t need an explanation where there isn’t one

Whales and cubs in motion relentlessly rolling along

Dear Marley, this cloud could well be the making of us

Oh Marley, a shadow is over you

She brushed her hair, smiled and said

“I’m getting ready for myself”

In the duster room, was growing

Thought there was a rain bug somewhere else

Dear Marley, this cloud could well be the making of us

Oh Marley, a shadow is over you

And I will follow you, and I will carry you when you fall

I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall

I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall

I will follow you and I will carry you

Dear Marley, this cloud could well be the making of us

Oh Marley, a shadow is over you

Her face became a private place wherein she went to weep

And we pain is the hidden spring of the inner utmost thing

Dear Marley, this cloud could well be the making of us

Oh Marley, a shadow is over you

And I will follow you, and I will carry you when you fall

I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall

I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall

I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall

I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall

I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall