Drenched in moss and overgrowth
Raindrops slipping from their branches
A morning song in stereo sound
Dreams and thoughts of yesterday
Ripples grow and fade for new
Silence of the loudest kind
The photographs don't match the sight
And patient ears behind me lie
They'll wait with me for the longest time
Gentle steps on scattered brown
With pockets found in hidden places
A million lives beneath me now
Waiting under dieback trees
For a sound to come that's more than me
I'll sit no more, I have things to see
I'll sit no more, I have things to be
I'll sit no more, I have things to see
I'll sit no more, I have things to be
