it's never more than a whisper
through enchanted ground it fades
westerly breezing lovely
in and out of my days

on the first rememberment
I'd like to see it through
the very end of me (and)
the very start of you

DEMONS WAIT DO NOT FATE
I'd like to see it through
What's come over me will
probably come over you.

That's it now back to the dememberwatch.