Enoch, Relaxing At Home

And we walked

And we talked

And the sky grew orange with the

Dying of the day

We spoke of love

We spoke of peace

And shadows grew longer

With each and every passing word

I grew quiet

And I grew tired

I longed for home

But my friend only turned around and smiled...

You will be

You will be safer

Safer than baby in mother's womb

And you will fly higher

Than man and his achingly mortal tomb

Lyrics Submitted by Andrew Bird