Push yourself below the surface,
And when the current arches strong,
You lose yourself,
And lose your purpose.

To never regain consciousness,
To conform to where you belong.

Young and beautiful;
My world has fallen apart.
The same exact cobwebs that replaced your absence,
Still lie on my windowsill.
The dried roses that are still standing to be watered,
Have accepted their fate like I consequently have.
I fill it's vase with the tears I have mourned with,
In hope of them blooming again,
For a second chance.

I can still hear your song.

It's no surprise to feel lonely,
To be floating facedown in a timeless river.

There's no funeral for the spirit,
No song to bring you back again.
When depression hits deep,
I know that it hits your casket.
And in the end we all dig life,
Just to get buried.

It's no surprise to be floating face down.

I can still hear your song.
A funerary score of a simple man.

I have found myself unanchored.
Lose yourself.
Lose your purpose.
And I know you'll never understand,
But this is for my honest self and who I'm meant to be.
It's been countless years since I heard your voice,
But I'd like to hear you say,
"That's my son."

Lyrics submitted by darkforce100

Timeless River song meanings
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