Plenty of the west lyrics

Artist  : Fine science 
Song : Plenty of the west
 
Practicing the pale polemic of a passioned passing
soul
I watch and wait for footfalls that hold the
words you stole
But for a fleeting instant as you carried me away
I stood, told those who would listen, "I have
enough to say."
Where in the wounded wounded world would you go
If you had a bred considerance of faulty falling
foes
The feeling of a foolish fancy stopped the
driving train
>From staying tothe open path or wandering away
Steathily providing for a mint and winter snow
Pacing and complaining about where you have to go
Still you ask surrender and provide a pleasing
pitch
But still releasing penalties and pointing out to
which
Painful and pretending all I ask is that you stay
For seeing how the bundled birch reclines until
the day
Be broken stance. The burning bough can offer us
a way
To shout, befall, and broken fast the will will
bring a way
Winding down the windy hollow breaking fast a
blemish in the past
While a play of ends and over beckoning the power
hold her fast
Pleasing all the fallow plunder, every night is
sure to watch
Blue December marks the dust until wwe wept until
the march
Studied plains of indecision as we wither by the
stream
Of empty wood and hollow embers cast into our
fading dream
-----------------------------------------------------------------------