Oh, will you walk or slowly run. Sweet old man, it is time. Disappear, but still there is laughter. Out in the shadows, me and you. Greying hair, [?].
We were travellers, so blind. Went to where the world did end. ran a dozen ways till now. So this is when we walked away. . And this sadness I suppose.
And so there were no higher mountains. It's all in your hand. Nelly was the future sea. And out sails the plan. And in this travel with no journey. I'm loose till I'm lying.