A simple song with a bit of groove and an ample helping of trumpet solo.
Words which fall in your name, on to this page
tracing the way I claim my love for you
know full well that their breath is just accident
and my love, coincidental as only truth
died from the knowledge of better things to come
offering her hand in place of
your one deep breath which was given to compensate
for the thousands we missed in youth
Deep wooded forest masks idleness,
composing itself only for the trees
Trees which seem to indicate turbulence
propagate only for the free
Moments now spent, deep in prayer
seem to point in a particular direction
Offers sent up concentrated in air,
seem to dictate a certain type of discretion
You were the one who woke me from myself
offered me some tea and brought me back to health
You were the dream which kept me in bed
Showed me myself, peered inside my own head
Lives that sacrificed inside your name,
emanating truths I’m afraid to claim
Thoughts that get drowned out by the rain
Waiting for dryness or some other day
Our wonders which cease to grow pale and plain
and alter the courses which show us the way