| Surd |
|---|
| A calling forces me to roam |
| Steadily change my base of home |
| Steadily grows the call of wideness |
| Always |
| And fall into my love |
| Cage of equivocation |
| Dance with the shades and I deny it |
| Always |
| I guess I’m |
| Sold out |
| In the lie-house-store |
| Hence I cry out so loud |
| Behind sky-high walls |
| And on the knees I saw |
| Underneath — a fragile soul |
| But steadily grows the call of wideness |
| Always |
| And back from journey’s trail |
| Grows again — want to bewail |
| Dance with my shades but I deny |
| Always |
