All
the
time I see the birds will always be there trapped in silent melodies.
Every fish needs water to sing my favorite
part of a song that no one ever hears.
All day long and night I have been
awaiting to see it clear and bright.
Shadows are creating paintings on the floor.
Watch them come and go.
Who's the painting for?
The playground of your song
depends on what you want.
Like all those wings need thoughts to find their way through walls.
Your history will speak of places you've seen.
When friends die or if you mourn,
the song remains through all.
The song remains through all.
All
those clouds need wind to lap those
raindrops and play in solo near the shore.
And every
wave need waltz to make a sound at all.
Rolling steady like before.
All day long and night I have been
awaiting to see it clear and bright.
Shadows are creating paintings on the floor.
Watch them come and go.
Who's the painting for?
The playground of your song depends on what you want.
Like all those wings need thoughts to find their way through walls.
Your history will speak of places you've seen.
When friends die or if you mourn,
the song remains through all.
The song remains through all.
The song remains through all.