गाने
Crawled into my mind
Like an infant nested
Like a crow left
Like a smuggler lingered
Like a cloud of smoke
These old trees are waving goodbye, I hear their
Winded breathing i put my arms up
And feel their grief I must be
Dreaming nothing sways like this unless it's make believe
And the lake where we spent our
Summers has dried up
No water left, am i surprised?
Sitting on the bank
There's a way through to
See all the cars as they drive by
Boy, am I glad that
When I drive by
I can't see the other side
But I've found a new lake where
I can spend every
Season feeling
Like i haven't missed a thing
Written by: Connor Waage
