First Letters

We haven't been down this road, but you will someday
Narrow in the trees growing, headlights don't penetrate
I saw a branch falling like a [?] diving
And I wanted you to see 'cause you would see with understanding

Seven point flowers fall in the tidal flood
Sun dries on our skin and turns the rock walls yellow
Your songs became so wide when I listened in headphones
I wonder what could be conveyed in a song you wrote

Ahh ah ah
Ahh ah ah

Mussels cling to this stones and grow in waves
[?] and spiral shapes
The marsh has come alive and flutters in the evening
With grasshoppers coming to age in the filmy sky

Ahh ah ah
Ahh ah ah

And I wrote ooh
And I wrote ooh
And I wrote ooh
And I wrote ooh
And I wrote ooh