Stole, my silent waterfall and the only thing left is a river of theft
It's cold and unwilling, but melted by the sun,
stealing the water away from its solid form.
Find, the ocean's daughters. Dry their bodies in the sand, wish their
father to a younger land, but I am a cold and unwilling shadow of his
acts, caught in a downstream tied to the river's mast.
Trouble in the wind, changes under the sun
Trouble in the wind, I'm a young and ageing son.
Time, slips through my fingers, like rain through my hands a bowl,
a river smoothening rough stones,
but I am a stone and unwilling to break a summer's vow,
but in the shadows of summer, the autumn leaves do fall, they fall
Trouble in the wind, changes under the sun
Trouble in the wind, I'm a drunk and ageing son
Son.
It's cold and unwilling, but melted by the sun,
stealing the water away from its solid form.
Find, the ocean's daughters. Dry their bodies in the sand, wish their
father to a younger land, but I am a cold and unwilling shadow of his
acts, caught in a downstream tied to the river's mast.
Trouble in the wind, changes under the sun
Trouble in the wind, I'm a young and ageing son.
Time, slips through my fingers, like rain through my hands a bowl,
a river smoothening rough stones,
but I am a stone and unwilling to break a summer's vow,
but in the shadows of summer, the autumn leaves do fall, they fall
Trouble in the wind, changes under the sun
Trouble in the wind, I'm a drunk and ageing son
Son.