To you I shall have pronounced all words inferred
For what I could not have pronounced all deferred
The lands of expectancy are gone now
And my land lands
Was it yours, bellowing the sound of the cure
Has it been the thud well of your departure
The lands of forgiveness are gone now
And my land lands
What for and why should we wait until tomorrow
To presence the candour of your eyes of sorrow
The lands of querying are gone now
And my land lands
Underneath your waterfall of relief and white lying
We plead ignorant and cry for maps for beguiling
The lands of lands are gone now
And my land lands
