No decadent with a crazy name
On top of rocky hills he sets his gaze
Upon streaks of golden rays his humility he sits for days rejects all praise
And with piles of stones and some pretty feathers a handful of sand now he can predict the weather
And the faces all want to know the hunt will show when the moon is low
Stars they fall
Fall upon an unknown son
Waiting for the days he knows that just wont last.
His eyes are focused they set the schemes but let God make the trees
everything else is undetermined
Should you take him away from here
Will you please bring him back
Cause the harvest will suffer his unfinished play
the children become old so bored if he does not stay does not stay.
Where was he from. Where did he go.
Now the tortured lives takes himself by surprise
found him on the cellar floor blood dripping from side
Stars they fall
Fall upon an unknown son
Waited for the days he knew that just wouldn't last
His hands are folded in the shade he sleeps
Let god push the breeze everything else is undetermined
As calm as the summer breeze he left with no apologies
Upon the hills through silhouettes
the cavalry can see everything
Stars they fall
Fall beneath a burning sun
Lived through the days but how they ended so fast
Cloaked in silence died with the schemes
they say god holds the keys everything else is
Well never know. Never confess to it. The answers they all stay hidden.
No proof around. Untimely. Seems like a faded memory.