The brutal light that flows I know
It has a place I know I know
And in the star-darned sky I know
It has a place I know I’ll show.

The forest guts it black I know
The leaves have said I know I know
In hushed-out silly tones I know
“Speak Low! Speak Low!” I know I’m low.

The flowers show it slow I know
It sleeps on clouds I know I know
It sojourns out sometimes I know
But fluffy clouds move slow you know.

The glass reflects it back I know
Or eats it live I know I know
But lurching lovely waves I know
Move all around I know they flow.

The creeping cliffs won’t choke I know
The big shadows I know I know
That lean around them deep I know
Cause they’re dark like I know the crow.

The brutal light that flows I know
It shows you where I know I know
The truth conceivable I know
Can say again I told you so.