Cracks

Better keep out of the sun
The heat is here to stay
You never know what might be found
When the ice melts off the ground
Cracks cutting cross the terrain
Like lines in the palm of your hand
You can walk among shipwrecks
On a dried out lakebed sand

Now that we are young, nothing seems to matter
Foolishly we wish that summers last forever
Maple trees in autumn, daylight seems to soften
Spider Lilies blossom, all will be forgotten

I can feel the breath of the earth
Burning in my lungs
In the rhythm of my blood
In the beat of phantom drums
A desperate prayer for flood
In the face of eternal drought
Where arid lands stretch out
Where seeds will never sprout

Now that we are young, nothing seems to matter
Foolishly we wish that summers last forever
Maple trees in autumn, daylight seems to soften
Spider Lilies blossom, all will be forgotten

I can feel the breath of the earth
Burning in my lungs
In the rhythm of my blood
In the beat of phantom drums