Long roads, stag beds Stare all storms head-on, 'till our garden has ebbed Demons heed to a wills work song Mind over matter Mount the former with a foothold And the tops of those meadows Dry earth, overgrown head The lull of warning comes Find a shelter instead Blighted fleet swallows me whole Out of sight but still in mind Yield to the latter, climb another Losing foothold Can't reap what you didn't sow The wills work song (Mind over matter) Oh, the wills work song (Oh whats the latter) The wills work song (Mind over matter) Oh, the wills work song (Oh whats the latter)