Wishbone

Rivers drying, rivers flowing over

Frozen sun, withered four-leaf clover

Nights so bright, never have been longer

Blowing dust, zephyrs growing stronger

A dawn, or the end

Desert or flood

Rise or descend

It matters no more

It's out of our hands

It's out of control

We drift, we float

Drifting time, eons running forward

Willows cry, splinters piercing your eyes

Shreds of lives tremble torn to fibers

Woven yarns, slowly clenching tighter

A dawn, or the end

Desert or flood

Rise or descend

It matters no more

It's out of our hands

It's out of control

We only can drift

We only can float

No return now

No return now

Quakes are crushing down

What remained

Useless shift of minds

All in vain

Count on wishbones

This can't be stopped