- cifra
Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end
Sun digs its heels to taunt you
But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same
Rises the Moon
Days fade into a watercolor blur
Memories swim and haunt you
But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke
Rises the Moon
Oh, close your weary eyes
I promise you that soon the autumn comes
To darken fading summer skies
Breathe breathe breathe
Days pull you down just like a sinking ship
Floating is getting harder
But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile
Rises the Moon
Days pull you up just like a daffodil
Uprooted from its garden
They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so
Rises the Moon
You'll be visited by sleep
I promise you that soon the autumn comes
To steal away each dream you keep
Breathe breathe breathe
