A Private Place

I don’t need an explanation where there isn’t one 
  Whales and cubs in motion relentlessly rolling along 
  Dear Marley, this cloud could well be the making of us 
  Oh Marley, a shadow is over you 

  She brushed her hair, smiled and said 
  “I’m getting ready for myself” 
  In the duster room, was growing 
  Thought there was a rain bug somewhere else 

  Dear Marley, this cloud could well be the making of us 
  Oh Marley, a shadow is over you 
  And I will follow you, and I will carry you when you fall 
  I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall 

  I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall 
  I will follow you and I will carry you 

  Dear Marley, this cloud could well be the making of us 
  Oh Marley, a shadow is over you 
  Her face became a private place wherein she went to weep 
  And we pain is the hidden spring of the inner utmost thing 

  Dear Marley, this cloud could well be the making of us 
  Oh Marley, a shadow is over you 
  And I will follow you, and I will carry you when you fall 
  I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall 

  I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall 
  I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall 
  I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall 
  I will follow you and I will carry you when you fall