Song Description
Patterns.
| Song Length |
3:12 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
Lyrics
Walking on a beach
Reaching down, lifting sand
As each grain sifts through my hands It falls alone
What is left to save when time will always take what it gave
What can I call my own
When all I can remember are waves?
Waves of sadness Waves of fear Waves of love
Folding over and rolling back above
Is that sound I'm hearing just the slam of a closing door
Or my whole world coming down?
Someone came into my life
They're leaving once more having simply turned around
In the way of waves
Further down the beach
The bay extends and withdraws its reach
Doesn't matter
It's left patterns
In the rising sound of voices
Children know how to behave
They're laughing
They're playing
In the way of waves