Sons of Seasons

Melanchorium
Remembering years, self- reliant times In the wake of youth you shine. A bit of forgetfulness Trust in God to be benign. Seems the distance gets less and less For the world to be mine. This light you seek, this salvation All that you need. Control, thoughts will never be the same Keep trying Believe in anything but know that things won't be the same Keep trying The moon stirs the tide, like a subtle hand rocks the cradle's frame. Makes me silent and confide in this old man's tale that has no name. Memories so bittersweet, pleasant days' hazy sight. Blurs my vision like summer's heat, breaks the present like ice. Aus Songtexte Mania