I cant imagine thats my problem Im searching always for better weather The coast is rough and the tide is running Ill chase my shadow till I remember The fine and free days have gone to storming I spend my time with joy and sorrow But one is dying and one is crying I may not be around tomorrow My dearest friends are total strangers I call them heroes they call me lonely I wish them wisdom and selfdestruction And hope some day theyll come to know me The forest grows around my door now And I am dreaming of a meadow Where I may lie in frosty sunlight Far between the earths grey shadow No, Im not a god for certain There are steps we all must follow Hes a beggar and king babe Hes a falcon and a swallow
selfdestruction, shadow, falcon, storming, frosty