Beads

[Verse 1] I'm stringing colored beads on a thin thread, one by one. I’m so concentrated until the work is done. While I am lost in it It's like there's nothing left And my shoulders forget About everyday heft. [Chorus] I’m sorting through stone beads I touch eternity I admire the guardians of my frail sanity. History is in my palm I see frozen centuries Now it's just a little part Of my hopes and memories. [Verse 2] I hide my worries deep Into colours so bright I have faith that stones' gleam Will fill the dark with light Their chill is a comfort Their beauty calms my sight And there is nothing left Just pure and quite delight [Chorus] I’m sorting through stone beads I touch eternity I admire the guardians of my frail sanity. History is in my palm I see frozen centuries Now it's just a little part Of my hopes and memories. [Bridge] I grasp at anything my hands reach out in fear To find my place somewhere So far and so unclear I need a solid ground Just as every soul needs So again, one by one I string the coloured beads [Chorus] I’m sorting through stone beads I touch eternity I admire the guardians of my frail sanity. History is in my palm I see frozen centuries Now it's just a little part Of my hopes and memories.