floating past winter, but when the snow falls we slow down. almost to a halt. then, like fireflies, we disappear. good fortune never lasts forever. only for a short while are you comfortable. the wind soon blows the wrong way. and drifting on we go to that destination unknown. the sky soon breaks and silhouettes emerge and as we reappear there are no sounds for entrances. just silence.
Lyrics submitted by Psychedeliasmith