Convicted by sunrise
the changing season
the wayward voice of a shifting breeze
,
we play at staying
chasing a lost race
holding greatness on hungry tongues.
The day holds sentences we cannot serve.
Convicted by sunrise
the changing season
the wayward voice of a shifting breeze
,
we play at staying
chasing a lost race
holding greatness on hungry tongues.
The day holds sentences we cannot serve.