作曲 : Mark Garrett/Nicholas Mirolla/Alexander Rieth/Sean Michael Lang
Coin of pure gold
In green oceans,
Or a setting sun
Sinking into open hands?
Tucked away there -
Where I’ve hid all my treasures.
One hidden note in the loose earth
with a map to the things that I’ve found... Drawn by hand.
Tied together with cloth torn from her apron
O, crack in a mirror!
A penumbra blinding!
Pulled back to what was!
And Weakness in clouded eyes!
Torn from The dirt.
The willow tree I once knew.
Nights are getting longer now.(Brother! Sister!)
In time I’ll be too old.(Mother! Father!)
Now, nothing is familiar!
The shadow is blinding!
This face, and these hands -
Dead trees and dead soil.
I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair.
Hand made curtains drew me home.
I am a silvered shadow of old air.
Where I lived now overgrown.
Torn from the dirt.
The man that I was.
Faded thought!
Lost my name
To your ghost!
I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair.
Hand made curtains drew me home.
I am a silvered shadow of old air,
Where I lived now overgrown.