I used to meet you by the stream Hidden there where my tent would lean I never knew the age that you seemed And your signal flags what did you mean?

Didn’t you mind being taken until I did awaken?

Didn’t you mind being flayed until my role was played?

Nothing to believe Nothing up my sleeve

On your dark side of the river We would set out to deliver A mark against the flow of time Before I heard the third bell chime

Didn’t you mind being used until the stone refused?

Nothing to believe Nothing up my sleeve