On Every Page

When you just tell them what I cannot say

When you just shine upon the ghosts along my way

I drop the game of throwing knives alone

There must be marks on every tree

From the past to our home

Only the mayfly used to tell me so

Now here is august, drop your weight, just let go

Now midnight sun takes turns with northern lights

Will I ever have to feel what those blades were about?

In that sound of sighing, that empty howl

And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries

Some ends forgotten and some others believed

Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas

When you know you’re already young

Like the grass wither to become

Again and free

It’s all we’ll ever be

I don’t remember where I learned to dive

But I am humble for the rocks when I try

And somehow I am lowered onto the waves

And now with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face

And in that sound of sighing, that empty howl

And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries

Some ends forgotten and some others believed

Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas

When you know you’re already young

Like the grass wither to become

Again and free

It’s all we’ll ever be

The tired motion of the rusty bell

Just humming, visitor I quit, go to hell

I’ve been the tower but now walk along

There must be marks on every page

From the past to these songs

And in that sound of sighing, that empty howl

And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries

Some ends forgotten and some others believed

Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas

When you know you’re already young

Like the grass wither to become

Again and free

It’s all we’ll ever be