I keep wasting my words and I keep channeling a thought
of a rebirth of moonlight in a vernal equinox.
And all those secrets charging crystals in the night.
Watch the ceiling as my bed drifts away too many times.
You've been turning over leaves and they've been gatherin' up in piles.
Like some autumn debris that you forget after the fire.
Your emotion, its birthstone? destiny in tow.
Cascading omens plant the seed where your dirt's never been exposed.
And I get lost in my way, I make one with the current.
Bring my feet back to the Earth before I sing.
Then I dream a new life like a mirage in the distance
and the spirts of the kindred we hear you sing.
There was a girl who loved me well.
Sun bathed skin poured over mine.
She had nada es for siembre scribbled in her eyes
and she all she means to me I wish I could give the moment back
and just see what she sees and pretend I believe in that.
And as I'm getting older I see me for what I am
and I'll keep starting over til I find a better plan.
And I get lost in my way and make one with the current
and bring my feet back to the Earth before I sing.
Then I dream a new life like a mirage in the distance
and the spirits of the kindred we hear you sing.

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