From the recording Fields
Lyrics
O when settling down
Down down comes the sound
Into a deepening abyss
and out from the ground
And everything feels so strange
Im starting to loose my shape
Quixotic I celebrate
When the ship sinks low
You'll find a place to go
I know the interior of my soul
The interior of my soul
And everything feels so strange
Im starting to loose my shape
Quixotic I celebrate
Everything’s full of grace
My body knows no spirit will confine
and everything's full of grace
Everything's full of grace
O I feel so good