歌词
on the winter of my page
drew the lines to re-create
constellations of an age
impossible blue over where we lay
in the evening’s melting glow
through the woods we used to know
traced a path now overgrown
impossible blue mirrored far below
where I am waiting
through the static
for a signal to receive
a language I could speak
and for a moment
I am weightless
floating underneath
in the light of morning’s wreath
begins the seasons cold retreat
in the water now released
impossible blue flowing underneath
where I am waiting
through the static
for a signal to receive
a language I could speak
and for a moment
I am weightless
floating underneath