We hold the fronds of time, pale and lilting Bear in mind their passage and pattern Circles and gyres, like anything scattered Keep a while, your thumb on a petal
A palm in the dirt
We'll hold ourselves entwined, languid and wilting My oh my, my breath is in tatters Spiraling smiles and knowing what matters Hold me tight, your thumb on a petal
A palm on your heart
Always onward Passing forward What we've come to hold so far
We'll hold a brand new mind, growing and grinning Dawn-light life and all that comes after Soft and wild, stumbling through chapters Tend to that, this thumb like a petal
If there will be mountains, there will be stones If there will be stones they'll end up in the stream And there will I be with my feet on those rocks Somehow I was small and now I'm not If that's all I know, well, that's all I know It's mine or the mountain's to guess what it means Spirals and gyres and everything stops Plant something new before petals dropTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
