When the daylight burns and grinds
Time slowly unwinds
I see you toss a stone to the sky
With the hurt you've honed so fine
And a heart as closed as mine
We soar but then fall behind
Dream of now
There's nothing else
To carry you
If a sullen, solemn day
Repeats itself this way
You will go all alone to the sea
It's slow mending
When you're descending
There's no pretending now