The Voices

The envious earth looking up at the stars
Here at the edge where everything is so very far
Upside down and everything’s alright
A perfect world, a setting somebody couldn’t forget
And all the things we used to fight
Now we leave them all behind
And as the sun is setting
The tide is ebbing out
We could sit and listen for the voices
As the moon is rising
The wind is sighing loud
We could sit and listen for the voices
I’m running away from the places we used to run to
The ocean breaks and takes
With it a part of the beach from below
Your feet, sore from walking this path
And all the things we used to fight
Now we leave them all behind
And as the sun is setting
The tide is ebbing out
We could sit and listen for the voices
As the moon is rising
The wind is sighing loud
We could sit and listen for the voices
The perfect harmony
And shattered dreams
That tear the fabric of reality at her seams
And all the things we used to fight
Now we leave them all behind
And as the sun is setting
The tide is ebbing out
We could sit and listen for the voices
As the moon is rising
The wind is sighing loud
We could sit and listen for the voices
The perfect harmony
And shattered dreams
That tear the fabric of reality at her seams
And in your starry eyes
And still-bright skies
Dimming slowly when the glimmer from your eyes
Darkens again