Lake Song

The sky screams orange and blue, the mountains tower over you Your hair catching the breeze, the horizon is littered by the trees And every puddle traps a picturesque dream, some clouds even brushing the tops of the trees Trying to catch the last glimpse of the day as the light is gleaming further away Every stone creates a ripple Every bird cry's a whistle And the water continues to trickle And the mist begins to triple Every stone creates a ripple Every bird cry's a whistle And the water continues to trickle And the mist begins to triple I was following the water, it took a different, now its falling fast from way up here And I open my eyes and i climb so high, I didn't realise, I need to be down there And each of the trees, they look so small and the way to go is so unclear As the day light disappears As the day light disappears Every stone creates a ripple Every bird cry's a whistle And the water continues to trickle And the mist begins to triple Every stone creates a ripple Every bird cry's a whistle And the water continues to trickle And the mist begins to triple Every stone creates a ripple (Every bird, every bird) Every bird cry's a whistle And the water continues to trickle And the mist begins to triple (Every bird, every bird) Every stone creates a ripple (Every bird, every bird) Every bird cry's a whistle And the water continues to trickle And the mist begins to triple (Every bird, every bird)