The faces of your mother
The faces of father and your daughter
Lost
The promise of tomorrow will only
End in sorrow, endless sorrow
Lost.
Dwarfed by giants
Silent fathers of the grove
Streams of light
Following our gestures
At treacherous heights
Lost.
Dwarfed by giants
Silent fathers of the grove
Unobsequious night follows
Blowing a wind note
A century of blasphemers.
Streams of light
Remind of pastures
From a different time
Carefully watching you
Open and close your eyes
A moment of tensionless
Quiet and lucid times
I closely follow you
Wandering through the vines
Tracking your every move
Resisting the crooked lines
Straining to see you now
A stand of a different kind
Darkness descends on me
Searching for all the signs
Blistering open wounds
These are the sacred shrines
I fall in a shallow stream
Stinging and burning
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Alone and I lost my way
Savage and ravenous
Asleep in the towering woods
Bleeding from every pore
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it
Falling right through it