The Not Real Lake

Awake at dawn The sky I know is gone Everywhere I've been And everything I've seen Well each time that I try To describe just why Nothing is clear The world is a mirror The world is a mirror And at this magic hour I'll confuse the power Of a stolen word For what is unheard For what is unheard But what is certain Is I am forgetting And that is a blessing Angry weather in my head Angry weather in my head Angry weather in my head You know the gentle hunter is fed So wake up in the night Take your mindless fight Go walking in the woods Go walking in the woods Until dawn