Sometimes
On a sticky morning
Where the sun
Won't stop shining
And my head
Won't stop wondering
The next best thing
Is a tale as old
As time

All kinds of things float above us,
There's a hurdle in the grave,
An apostle in the knave,
We've lost all molecular sense,
The postman cracks his whip and dances
The swimmer lost his flippers chancing,

All kinds of things float below us,
The saltwater trickles into the pan,
Hustlers tell us because they can,
Our ears take in everything
But our brains only some,
We don't pick what goes where,
We only know the depth of the dare,
We're lost before we've even begun.

All kinds of things float with us,
The man sits with his head in his hands,
Next to the grass plant,
As dust sparkles in the air,
And glides to the floor,
That's all of us,
And nothing more.

When death rings true
You will try to hide.
When death rings true
You’ll put your memories behind.

When memories fade
You’ll start to deny.
When memories fade
That’s your last goodbye.

When love is lost
It will be hard.
When love is lost
Your feelings you’ll guard.

When death rings true
Memories fade.
And love is lost
When death rings true.

What a beautiful sky
Windy and sunny day
Birds fly up high
Brings joy unto my face.

Such peaceful cool winds
As it blows over the grass
The hills appears to shine like silk
It gently tickles my skin.

Suddenly, dark clouds covers the sun
The gentle breeze turned to stormy winds
The blue sky is truly upset
I wish I can help her with her burden.

Her tears are big and heavy
It brings grief to my soul
The golden sun that lights up my day
Wouldn't shine down on me today.

I float dreamily in subtle undertones
as hues of her radiant light
embody my awakening soul