Fear is not something that odd now It cripples up and turns bright the light A scent of mess, an old house, a lone self Where an evil eye couldn't break in Why should I think that you're older ? Youth relies on stories untold An ode to yourself, an ode to your name Your ways and means were on your own A silence has grown into your home Your lights will guide me when I'm lost Should I set still ? Some might break in Light is silence to beginnings Why should I think that you're older ? Youth relies on stories untold An ode to yourself, an ode to your name Your ways and means were on your own A silence has grown into your home Your lights will guide me when I'm lost Should I set still ? Some might break in Light is silence to beginnings