Strand Of Oaks
Dark Shores
Minerals formed by the rain Whispers echo deep inside the cave On an ice moon where all our fathers live We’ll go there to find our rest I spent most of my life Wandering in the wasted hours I spent most of my life Wandering in the wasted hours Storm clouds gather around our heads Black birds circle waiting to be fed I’ll build a house on these dark shores Past lives won’t bother anymore They won’t find me here (I spent most of my life, wandering in the wasted hours)
From Letras Mania