Letras
The herons are flying
Whether you see them or not
Like a thought
Your eyes
Will lose them at sea
Try to hold on
Hold on
To that spec
You perceive motion
Until there's nothing left
No matter what you have lost
Or how confused you've been
The herons are in flight for the time that you've lived
Forget routine
No mystery at home
Flight exists
Something we'll never know
Should I just sit here
What's left to be said
The heron still flies long after we're dead