All the jarring tunes you sing
They won’t bring me down
I’m still standing near the sun
With my feet on solid ground
I keep on breathing
Sometimes when my moon is close
And everything is on high tide
I am sleeping with the bears
And my soul curls up in a shell
Until the winter’s gone
And I know tomorrow'll come
And the strangers will be gone
And you will disappear
Just like a painting
that been washed in water
When tomorrow'll come
I will feel the strike of your drum
Then all that will remain of me
Is just a man who’s standing on a rope
And pray to you
All the time I ask my self
Are you here or have you gone
But I forget, you are a stone
And stones,
they don’t move on their own
Only on avalanche
I feel my face is changing now
I can hardly move my hands
I am frozen and I’m cold
And my surface looks very old
I hardly feel a thing
And I hope tomorrow’ll come
And the strangers will be gone
And you will disappear
Just like a painting that been washed in water
When tomorrow'll come
I will feel the strike of your drum
Then what will be remain of me
Is just a man who’s standing on a rope
And pray to you
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