Strip the trees down to their bare bones.
The morning starts to bite as cold as night.
A golden arch that reaches up and down, we've walked it and it never looks the same.
It's raining in a picture and the ink has run,
running back and forth across your eyes.
It reaches in your skin and pulls your feelings out but always puts them back again.

Come one, let's take a walk.
Let's take a walk.

A whisper from the Earth where the leaves have dried,
cracking under foot without a word.
The sky is dimming out, it needs to rest - i'll bet - from holding up the clouds again today.
A breeze of only cold brushes on your face, sharp without the glitter of the sun.
The roots are growing old with marks that shape their way,
Crawling in and out of the light.

Come one, lets take a walk.
Lets take a walk, come on.