Joyless - Journey Тексты

Watching the dusk from the pier
Lowering the tip of my toes into the unknown

A time honoured heron
Is standing tranquill in the low tide

As from the earliest times
It lifts its heavy cloak
And elopes

As if it was a falling star
I make a whish

Behind your house
The old oak is feathered

With all these falling stars nearby
You may whish for more...

So here I am

Watching the dusk from the pier
Lowering the tip of my toes into the unknown

Starting my journey from this moment