A Private Place

I don't need an explanation where there isn't one
Whales and cubs in motion relentlessly rolling along
Dear Marley this cloud could, we'll be the making of us
Oh Marley a shadow is over you

She brushed her hair and smiled and said, 'I'm getting ready for myself'
In the duster room, was growing thought
there was a rain bug somewhere else
Dear Marley this cloud could, we'll be the making of us
Oh Marley a shadow is over you
And I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall
I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall

Dear Marley this cloud could, we'll be the making of us
Oh Marley a shadow is over you
Her face became a private place where in she went to weep
And we pain is the hidden spring of the inner utmost thing

Dear Marley this cloud could, we'll be the making of us
Oh Marley a shadow is over you
And I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall
I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall