Light
A glimpse of the new misshapen life
And a blurred sight of what it hides
Set to steer towards what they call demise
Toward what you'll hide
The wing flap of dragonflies
Bends the wires of muddy grass
The unknown n' uncharted
Where am I?
Way too high
Eventide
I
Don't get this fleck of dust over my stripes
Struggling not to grow old fast and dry
And getting ready for the final blast
Which blows all the rust
The shot quills of porcupine
Bend the strings of space and time
The unknown n' uncharted
Where am I?
Way too high
Eventide
Eventide
