- Stone Cold -

Moving close to the shadows and dark trees
Born dreaming within, outside
Birches rustle and shake in the strong breeze
Before the morning when the sparrows fly

Turning toward the new hum of the streetlights
Drunk on independence and wine
Growing taller and wiser by twilight
Sacrificing the warmth for the shine

Following the glory of resurrection
Celebration became a refrain
But deep inside of this imperfection
Faults become the strengths
Growing and

Sown from stone and shallow lakes
Open hands ever reaching
Pulling the next day down
To follow the play
Sixteen years couldn't seal it
There is no vault, no remains
Only this feeling
Still burning, still breathing
Still spinning high above the clouds
The ocean spray
For an instant receiving a sign



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