From the recording Don Quixote
You gain composure and look back at your reflection. It’s now created by water falling from a beautiful fountain. The rustic charm reminds you of home so you take a cold sip. Your tongue tingles and feels slightly numb. You decide its best to continue forward.
Lyrics
Silver tongues prick my mouth
With affection and grace worth waiting for
Lips are a fountain of silence spraying the earth.
I don't know what for
I stutter neatly, can't resist
A bitter plague you can't assist
I found a world you fondly missed
And I am keeping you away
Time after time I will see you again