I hear a distant whisper that is inside my dreams
from a place that is so far away.
Beautiful mountain majesties, in fields of honey and cream,
flying off on angels wings for another day,
and I`m gone
Feelings rearrange like the seasons change.
I`m gone
Under the bluest skies where the angels cry.
I`m gone
You will be too before too long.
I`m gone
You`ll see my friend that in the end we`re all gone.
An explosion underneath the stars,
lightning bugs caught in glass jars,
extinguishing the light until we can`t breath.
Pale bodies on the the river`s edge,
consistently pushing themselves over the ledge
born choking on the poison leaves
Don`t ask me anything.