Letras
The clock is ticking endless empty circles on the wall
The movement of the shadows sets the pace
The understory beckons, will you answer to its call
Golden rays illuminate your face
And I feel the way that you come down on me
The seasons sweep us off our feet
With years of burden gently lifted from your heels
Troubles wither in defeat
Just outside the glass the magic leaves begin to fall
I wonder at the winds that carve these trees
Hear the silence whispering the words that you can't say
Its hopeful message carries in the breeze
And I feel the way that you come down on me
The seasons sweep us off our feet
With years of burden gently lifted from your heels
Troubles wither in defeat