At the water’s edgeWe breathe our last goodbyesAnd heave a heavy sighSublime this place in time Beneath the dying lightWe pay our last respectsAnd shoulder vast regrets –‘remember things we can’t forget A bridge of sighsSweet lullabiesStars that rise at eventideWe collude and we collide Don’t lose your faith in time this time… Read More Eventide
’round and ’roundwe turn alonetogether to a place we’ve never known … and call it home just like birdsour thoughts alighton threads so fine ’til startled into flight and we thinkand we feeland we tremble at timesbut don’t talk at all
It’s a matter of perspective To see outside the lines To extend beyond yourself And your borders Realize it’s all a false construct You and me is no different than us and them Unless you believe it It’s a matter of perspective
and just like that i forget to breathe again suspended midair just like i remember december will be here and gone like a train where i’m left standing … gone like a train and just like that i forget to breathe again suspended midair just like i remember
It just occurred to me Early to bed – early to rise No one here can hear me The breach is miles wide If I hold on tight she’ll shake loose On wings she’ll take to flight And look down on the secrets Of a world she’s left behind … It just occurred to me Don’t stare… Read More Rail
To anyone who has it, this must be deafening.
Robert Müller and the Way Home 