Tekster:
The Gathering Nighttime Birds

surrounding When they fly through the night as beautiful nighttime birds The warm wind picks them up When they fly through the night as beautiful nighttime birds

: The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me these are blury winters and I cannot see I walk into the white light of the snow when the sun comes I break

: Mother earth look at her closely she looks at her baby and she sighs the slight breathing pause that she takes it builds her and makes her strong

: fear and sweat, my muscles ache I smile but it's just a fake I fade away it troubles me, what you're gonna say just a day away and you will be here

surrounding When they fly through the night as beautiful nighttime birds The warm wind picks them up When they fly through the night as beautiful nighttime birds

: I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft

Mother earth look at her closely she looks at her baby and she sighs the slight breathing pause that she takes it builds her and makes her strong She

I'm waiting for your hands to fold around my wrist I'm mellowing in warm grass and the scent of you I've missed And blue is representing the draft in

His hands hide inside a sleeve and little feet play with the ground beneath him while up in the sky is where he wants to be Time will fly and the wind