Ah... The ink dissolves into the mist... The pages blur beneath the rain The ancient thread begins to fray We lose the shape of every pain And let the shadows wash away The roots are drinking from the storm The hollow night begins to break A heavy tide without a form For every sleeping ghost to wake The lines are fading in the dark... The paper turns into a spark... And so I scatter in the wind of yesterday Where all the memories collide and fall I am the echo crashing through the grey A tidal wave of ink to drown it all The noise descends into a sigh The ocean settles in the chest The ancient letters amplify To put the weary soul to rest And so I scatter in the wind of yesterday Where all the memories collide and fall I am the echo crashing through the grey A tidal wave of ink to drown it all Drown it all... In the mist... Between the lines...
