Who am I, in the hollow of your eye
Just a figment, a drunkards lie
Who are you, by the stars and the moon
The one in exile, the one who leaves the room
Quiet days, when nothing moves
The river’s slow, and the sun looks old
Well, you know, my love…
Say you went down to the shore
read the clouds, a prophet, and a liar
say you tried, to hold back the tides,
with one look from your lighthouse eyes
Quiet days, when nothing moves
The river’s slow, and the sun looks old
Well, you know, my love…
Man and beast, above and below
The same voice, preaching to the choir
The tiny things, left behind
Against the sea, against the starless sky
Quiet days, when nothing moves
The river’s slow, and the sun looks old
Well, you know, my love…
Copyright: A. P. Meister 2010