Seeing patterns everywhere,
Signs a constant following
Shadows cast fast so eerily
Upon ancient forests
Of wise old trees
Everything changes so quickly
Nothing stays the same for long
What is living when it’s all frozen
Constantly wishing for the thaw

Walking down this twisted path with no sunshine up ahead.
I broke my spine when you were mine, but now the dread is such a threat.
If only I could see clearly and live life just for me.
I don’t know what I’ll find but I’m drifting farther from my mind.
So as the sun shines bright to fight away your fears,and the moon illuminates to give you company. I guess even if I get myself back I’ll still be a wilted flower. Trying to be strong. Trying to get things right. And trying to win this fight, only to be the person I wish I could become.

When I was young
I had two pencils and drew in two colours
I would stick them to the brick wall outside
And there they would stay
Until the wind blew them away

But the longing stays
Bittersweet
And just under
I wonder if it has a name?
If I said it, would it go away?

Is it the firm press of reality?
And why can my guitar still play it?
What will become of it?
I got a feeling it’s very important to me

The longing that stays
Bittersweet
Just under
I wonder if it has a name?
If I said it, would it go away?

Sometimes it’s like a deity
Sometimes it’s like broken light
Sometimes it’s like loneliness
Sometimes it’s feint
And sometimes it’s like truth

The longing that stays
Bittersweet
Just under
I wonder if it has a name?
If I said it, would it go away?