Oh My Hills

Speak Don't Go

Sweat slips the palms, clues to why you once could run for evermore - 
there in your grasp you will find you.
Blitz, sturm and drang, you would lie to bluff through what you never can know -
here in denial you will find you.
What you know of the world you own
can find you in the sun, find you in the sun, send to you another key.
Fear lit the path on which you tried to show what you've never shown -
clear beats the heart you deny you
when a skyfall of known unknowns 
can find you in the sun, find you in the sun, and tempt you with another key -
then the war isn't won and at second-to-last
will find you in the sun, find you in the sun, and send you for another key.
The war isn't won and at second-to-last
will find you in the sun, find you in the sun, find you in the sun, find you in the sun, find you in the sun, 
and the second-to-last will find you in the sun, I'll find you in the sun.
In witching hour you will pine for that from which you never went home -
still in the dark you will find you.

Arthur E Bell