Weary Traveler

As the blacks turn into grays
I can barely hold on to my reflection now
The more I grip the more it slips away
And I can tell it's the fault in my intention now

Can't glue back a leaf that's fallen
What silverfish is not used to crawling?

Dreams of flying
Is how I lost my war chest
But I did one thing right
And now I'm at your doorstep

I'm a weary traveler
Put me up tonight
If I get too cynical
Hold me up into your light

Into your light

Of all the summers by the noisy lake
What I'll remember is the freshness of every idea
But even paintings turn to grey
Winter's here, winter's always been here

Not blameless
Not stainless
Not faithful and yet
Not faithless

Dreams of flying
Is how I lost my war chest
But I did one thing right
And now I'm at your doorstep

I'm a weary traveler
Put me up tonight
And if I get too cynical
Hold me up into your light
Into your light
Into your light
Into your light



Credits
Writer(s): Gom Jabbar, Plamen Arnaudov
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