Sunday feigns spring-like to the
The darker light approaching
Sound and the flush of new blood
Comes like the last tide
It's been some time since
I've dreamt the highway rush of
Faded colors and
The flush of new blood
Reminds me of dying
Swell and fall
Sunday feigns spring-like and
The same light sounds
Each beat falls
Farther on the shore
And i climb
And thought ends with pulse
Where dark meets light
Land meets sea