Some of our moments in the stream of time
Are better understood later...

Since then
my blood has gone sour in my veins...

Since then
my blood has gone sour in my veins...

Up and over the unimposing peak sailing on two...

I didnt want to grow old so soon
not so was I intended to learn...

Before the building fell, I saw you. You saw me...

Many winters float by
Skipping over the places between the notes...

The other side of me
Out behind that tree...

I have
Forgotten why I am waiting...