Rooted in time / stale life revolt

One sun, one earth, one more trip round, and the past lies a little but squares to the sound

of a truth two can share when the troubles abound

Be brief and be shifty where devils are found.

And the past does it better when the best can’t astound

One sun, one earth, this last dance around.

Wet dew on a bough that weeps as it roasts

Slander the future and silence the ghosts

One sun, one earth, one fiery time round.