Paroles de Bellwether

Bellwether tolls on the rolling tide Sun sink yellow Behind small boat Snapshot on the Sun sink yellow Behind small boat Dwarf into the firestar Bellwether strikes an impossible tone Seachange coming, there's a seachange coming At the small boat Slipping on it's darkness hood Cloud stoop-listen to the altersong Seagull flash Into the distant gather Of the sleeping language Of the shore