like ebbing tides and dreams in the night.
and morning's mist at the break of dawn.
like a warm breath on a window and the sense of sight
i feel these images in my mind, almost gone
- gone like an unknown bird that has taken flight
just like a dream that fades when i wake in the morn
- gone like an unknown bird that has taken flight
just like a dream that fades when i wake in the morn