Patchwork

You gathered all the moves you know
And put on a show for me
Now you are all I see

Passing by the pruned willow
Some familiarity
I wonder what will be

The scattered seeds in your pockets could grow
Amongst the fostered children
We are one in several billion

The patchwork of all the songs I wrote
Everything always repeating
As if there was any meaning

No numbers, no days
Only the love that you gave
Second sun, just a face in the mirror
With nothing to hide

No numbers, no days
I was caught by the wave
Second sun, born a skinny dipper
Feeling free for the first time

When the sky opens
I offer my truest words
A bunch of nested voices
All waiting to be heard

Life is but a dream
I'll see what I'll see
And I'll leave when I'll leave
Then all will change!



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Tarantino
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