this sky had nothing else to say
buried in denial
had grounds to push it all away
fleeting thoughts abound
no-one else to blame....
in wake of this cause
and wait for the rest
find it far down
await what's to come....
forced into dillusion
don't want to know how it was
waiting on the inside
bathe in what's left in mind
claim this disconnection
fade away this time...
it will take you.....
This Stone on the shore is our medium to express our feelings of discomfort. Not anguish or hatred, but plain, beutiful discomfort... the cold breeze that's blowing from the sea when the sun is about to set, the chafing crust of salt between your sun tanned skin and your shirt, the biting stench of urine in a worn-down , beutifully coloured colonial house entry, the pressing heat of a tropical night that doesn't let you sleep, the feeling of wet clothes sticking to your body while wading through flooded streets during heavy monsun rains... for thoose are things we are hard pressed to find in this clean, air-conditioned world of ours. Surround
And we won't be breathing in that same sun again
None of this will ever surface again
How we get older and forget about each other
And the angel falls to the sky...
raised and coiled she blessed the day
and it rings on in our ears...
She rarely flys anymore, burden broke her wings
And i know this ghost, i've seen it before
Young it is and the dying too fast, too soon i'll be okay
The air thins in the quick dissolve, as our lips move
but we hear no sound...
Everytime you justify, another good in you dies
Faith and fear sears me, and love and you pull all the right strings
" how we get older, how we forget about each other "