Tommy and the Fallen Horses
Empty Field
Coming down at five in the morningSitting in the middle of the grassLast nights a kaleidoscope of slipping in and out of lifeAnd with detailed clarity I see it in frames like photographs butWith the motion of the wavesI wonder what if?Now the mountains silhouette the sunriseSo I walk in circles againCold green dawn the earth is breathingOutshone from the smoke of my cigaretteI guess it tastes the way the memories of you feelI gaze at the world through this gentle windThe forest is so deep in its textureThe sky and the sea so lush to my leftThe sunrise is casting a blue skyI'll find my way home and sleep
From Letras Mania