Everyday is a silent parade,
we walk down the streets...

I live among the pages
Of a long forgotten book...

Soft summer winds against
the grassy green as we walk...

Walking down the road
straight through the park...

I remember lonely clouds, swimming,
Swimming in the open sky...

Counting questions in the air,
I find the stepping stones are scattered...

With your eyes pressed upon the earth,
You seek wisdom from the elder stones...

Everyday the sun creeps up,
the wild of the suburbs...

Window sitter, say now, where's the dawn?
Show me where the horizon paints the day...

The water has a fever, listen to her cry,
Fervent she is, racing down placid...

Drums announce the awakening of sense,
Echoes tremble in the rivers flow...

Branches slowly dip into the sky
Casting fearful shadows to the grass...