Fish scales glitter,
under sun,
as the silver makerel run.
We trace the coastline with our eyes,
before we say our last goodbye,
drowning under amber skies.
Watch the falling,
dying light.
Fall into waves
to steal our sight.
Let there be no tears tonight,
drowning under amber skies.

The new year started coldly,
two pairs of socks upon my feet.
The ground,
frozen and solid.
Like the bones that lie beneath.
Reflections that wont go away.
High in the sky,
the winters sun.
Shining without much to say.
Yet still it shines for everyone.
And all the birds have gone away,
spread their wings,
migrated south.
And as the words form on my lips,
they stumble as the leave my mouth.

The bold and the good
all under the sun.
All singing as one,
in Wallaby Woods.
The moonlight above,
the mist and the rain.
Some singing for love,
some singing for pain.
Searching for stars,
forgotten to time..
The moonlight above
The rhythm and rhyme.
The bold and the good,
waiting for the sun.
All singing as one,
in Wallaby Woods.

The buzzing lights,
Christmas lanterns.
Soul upon soul,
upon soul,
upon soul.
Passing each other ,
each one,
our own flight.
Soul upon soul,
upon soul,
upon soul.
The phantoms,
the cold,
the love in the lamplight.
Soul upon soul,
upon soul,
upon soul.
Those reasons for giving,
the love in the lamplight.
Souls holding souls,
holding souls,
holding souls.

Fossils ,
storms,
eroded coast.
The shadow that I miss the most.
A lonely voice, lost to the waves.
Singing in a hidden cave.
A silent hum
upon the shore,
a voice that's never heard,
no more.
Maybe on some other plain,
somewhere lost inside my brain.
Words transcending from the grave,
somewhere lost inside my brain.

Her whispers settled softly,
found their peace inside my ears.
Our fire burned away the pain,
the pain that grows, down through the years.
And as we dream together,
connected by a gentle touch.
I thank the Lord,
for gracing me,
with someone who can love so much.
So patient and so willing,
turning those frowns upside down.
I thank the Lord,
for helping us,
to keep our feet upon the ground,
I praise the Lord,
he's given us,
the light of hope,
a love profound.
A love that always seems to sweep,
my old feet right off the ground.

There's hope upon the streets again
collective minds and hearts combined
Its in the words
the art that's brought
Out there now
for all to find
Its dances on the cobbled streets,
you the know one
"where old ghosts meet"
It sings and hums,
then melts away
"at the dawning of the day".