Running Streams

Running Streams

Born cold into a crystal shroud
A million hands left reaching out
Untether our formless doubts
Build us up just to crumble down

I know that we will rise and fall
I know

Bridges form to be erased
All shapes of self evaporate
Heart lines from a sacred place
Our paths will begin to fade

I know that we will rise and fall
I know

Time is flowing down the gutters
Moving much to fast to see
Hold tightly to your lovers
Entwine your running streams

Rolling hills and distant flutters
We become our memories
Hold tightly to your lovers
Entwine your running streams

Spring Mother I’m coming home
Let me soak into your bones
Weave me down into the stones
We were never meant to be alone

I know that we will rise and fall
I know

Time is flowing down the gutters
Moving much to fast to see
Hold tightly to your lovers
Entwine your running streams

Rolling hills and distant flutters
We become our memories
Hold tightly to your lovers
Entwine your running streams