The Fall Chorus

stale and ailing trails are fading grey stone engraving sky is caving so say we all now so say we all saved from the shelf so say we all saved from the shelf so say we all now breath is trailing fog unfailing wise men proclaiming want and waning out past the dying light beyond a great sleep the writhing of the changing tides holds no keep (so say we all) holds no keep (saved from the shelf) holds no keep (so say we all) holds no keep (saved from the shelf) so say we all now.