Narrow Way
You watch the candle burning
You stand inside the flame
You thought you were a light bulb
You've never known your age
Or the number of the page
And though you've seldom travelled
You've rode upon the world
You've sat inside the saddle
You've watched the skies unfurl
You've rode upon the world
We've seen you raging naked
Across mountain and plain
You've played with painted ladies
You've trod the narrow way
Trod the narrow way
There's nothing here to mention
As silently the rust
Digests the foundations
And gathers with the dust
And gathers with the dust
The times you think of speaking
There is nobody near
The times you think of listening
There is nothing to hear
There is nothing to hear
You watch the candle burning
You stand inside the flame
You thought you were a light bulb
You've never known your age
Or the number of the page
Camino Estrecho
Observas la vela ardiendo
Estás dentro de la llama
Pensaste que eras una bombilla
Nunca has conocido tu edad
O el número de la página
Y aunque rara vez has viajado
Has cabalgado sobre el mundo
Te has sentado dentro de la silla
Has visto los cielos desplegarse
Has cabalgado sobre el mundo
Te hemos visto furioso y desnudo
A través de montañas y llanuras
Has jugado con damas pintadas
Has pisado el camino estrecho
Pisado el camino estrecho
No hay nada aquí que mencionar
Mientras en silencio el óxido
Digiere los cimientos
Y se acumula con el polvo
Y se acumula con el polvo
Las veces que piensas en hablar
No hay nadie cerca
Las veces que piensas en escuchar
No hay nada que oír
No hay nada que oír
Observas la vela ardiendo
Estás dentro de la llama
Pensaste que eras una bombilla
Nunca has conocido tu edad
O el número de la página