Arcassin B:
Flooding through simple needs,
Like the stem and the seeds,
Its never what it seems,
I just can't put my finger on it,



vague rememberance:
the feeling of a soft breeze,
the crunching sounds of fallen leaves,
its such a vague memory,
i just cant put my finger on it

Arcassin B:
concrete surface not near the liquid,
Being inside you very vivid,
And even when the leaves get timid,
I just can't put my finger on it,


vague rememberance:
the water flows like life with sins,
the cool air brushes my skin,
but when the lights grow dim,
i just cant put my finger on it


Arcassin B:
sunlight through the branches,
Knowing what are the economical chances,
Watching the tree as it dances,
I just can't put my finger on it,


vague rememberance:
*the smell of oak and dew on grass,
answers to questions i never asked,
my old sweet memories i cannot grasp,
i just cant put my finger on it