Singers

Will you walk or slowly run,
sweet old man, it is time,
disappear, but still there's laughter
I'm in the shadows being you,
graying hair, random blues
I guess there'll always be someone after
I guess we're always in beginnings
of our wildness to return
we rise into it and we feel a little lighter
I guess we're always in the question of
the things we never learn
But we're only gone, like singers are,
until springtime let them out,
if they should let them out.
No?
Some said the night is here so sleep,
but if they knew the way,
how a weather builds in the silence
It's where you try it's gonna land
it's where you land it will try,
I guess it all just looks like we're dancing
I guess we're only in beginnings
of our silence to return
I rise above it and I feel a little lighter
I guess we're always in destruction
of the little things we'd learnt
But we're only gone, like singers are,
until springtime let them out,
if they should let them out.
No?
And i the morning we'll row out and see what's
down there
we cannot empty out this lake before I die
we let them back when it just felt like we were
stealing
But we're only gone, like singers are,
until springtime let them out,
if they should let them out.
No?
I'm going to miss you now, alright,
I guess I will walk it somehow
travel on to feel what is out there
It's on the borders you will think
just of all these goodbyes
and the memories of being looked after
I guess we're only in beginning
of our wildness to return
I rise into it and I feel a little lighter
I guess we're always in the faces
of the things we never learn
But we're only gone, like singers are,
until springtime let them our,
if they should let them out.
No?