Dancing in the current, of unexplained weather
She made the times, a vision of scars
That we all wish we had to show
Sheltered and open
Like the windows of a cathedral
Where the music of pain can be heard
By those willing to hear
Tumble weeds, they roll to a new world
And the dust of her words
Lay out and give meaning
To the voiceless freeway sounds
Treasure those hills, you looked after
And we will have the warmth left behind
For the days and nights
Where chill becomes the lead
We will remember the water
And how you taught us to swim in the deep
Creative Credits
- Written by
- Christian Madsen
