Letras
The sky hums low a silent tune
Clouds drift slow they watch the moon
Each step I take it fades away
Like echoes lost in yesterday
Whispers of the wind call my name
A fleeting sound it's never the same
I reach I grasp but it slips my hand
A melody sung by the shifting sand
The trees bow down in quiet grace
Their shadows dance a fleeting trace
Stars are spilling across the dark
A cosmic map without a mark
Whispers of the wind call my name
A fleeting sound it's never the same
I reach I grasp but it slips my hand
A melody sung by the shifting sand
I am the feather floating high
I am the question that asks why
I am the shimmer in the stream
The thread that ties the waking dream
Whispers of the wind call my name
A fleeting sound it's never the same
I reach I grasp but it slips my hand
A melody sung by the shifting sand