The old place called today,
told me you had gone away
but things would be the same inside,
and wedding bells will ring,
silver platters sparkling while summer's green retreats and then subsides,
but you and I are tethered like two fish upon a line,
we swim towards one another, pull eachother in the tide.
If we seem compelled to meet, it doesn't matter, not to me, no
taking all our time
life after life after life after life after life after life after life after life.
The old place left today,
the auburn daylight fades,
but things are still the same inside.
All the hedges overgrown,
ancient ditches filled with stones,
shades of gray that welcome in the night.
but you and I are witnessed like two lights that meet an eye,
within its line of vision, we're united for a while.
If we are forgotten, then, it doesn't matter, not to me, no.
taking all our time
life after life after life after life after life after life after life after life.
That's the way it seems to be,
water rolling down the leaves
on tangled branches breaking in the sky
twisting over unseen plans,
tangling that they meet again
while summer's green retreats and then subsides.
but you and I are tethered like two fish upon a line,
we swim towards one another, pull eachother in the tide.
If we seem compelled to meet, it doesn't matter, not to me, no
taking all our time
life after life after life after life after life after life after life after life.
The old place called today,
told me you had gone away
but things would be the same inside,
and wedding bells will ring,
silver platters sparkling while summer's green retreats and then subsides,
If you're reading this - Gods of the Dead is the good one. Listen to that first if you're going to listen to anything on here. It's actually pretty solid.