Earliest days, in calm and misty dawn
i can reach so far above my head with my height.
and i feel fit for fight,
with my pace i break out the light,
and the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by.
But, so far beyond my pace,
i watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside.
and don't ever call again
i want seven undone days.
a revolt of my force inside.
Thoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palm
as i open my lover's eyes to see if they still shine.
though i feel fit for fight,
and my pace can break out the light,
i need more to make me feel all right.