Then, I would run beside the river With only thoughts of victory I felt the slipping of the seasons The cruel end of everything Heavy on the ground Wide world so small Over and over Weary and worn I see the fight that flows within you The single vision that you keep The winged feet the body tapered No mortal man has everything Heavy on the ground Wide world so small Over and over Weary and worn Feel the weight of everything Chariot I plead Crush them where they stand Everything here is good There's nothing I fear at all Torment be here no more