This Song Remains Through All

All the time I see there, birds will always be there,
trapped in silent melodies. And every fish needs water,
to sing my favourite part of the song that no one never hears.

All day long and night, to see you clear and bright.
Paintings on the floor, who's that painting for?

The playground of your song, depends on what you are.
Like all those swings need thoughts, to find their way through walls.
Your history will speak, of places you have seen. And friends
that loved you more.

This song remains through all.

All those clouds need wind, to let those rain drops in.
Play in solo near the shore. And every wave needs walls,
to make a sound at all, brought in steady like before.

All day long and night (I have been there waiting), to see you
clear and bright (shadows are creating). Paintings on the floor
(watch them come and go), who's that painting for (for)?

The playground of your song, depends on what you are. Like all
those swings need thoughts, to find their way through walls.
Your history will speak, of places you have seen. The friends
that loved you more.

This song remains through all.