The narration is a great big land

The narration is a great big land
Where time takes the past away
Like old skin peeling from the earth
Where the moon buries itself like a sand beetle

If you look for the reasons why you feel isolated
Your search will never end until you die
Like the shadow that came out in the sunrise
It doesn’t know where light begins and darkness ends
Like life running through the cedar trees to the cost
The waves are too quick for the shadows to survive very long