DSB - Passing Seasons

Описание: Track from the First LP "The Way Back Home"

PASSING SEASONS

Born with the fire of a reckless spring
In a small town by the river’s bend
Eyes wide open, ready to sing
The world was big, it never seemed to end
Running wild through fields of green
Nothing but the sun above
Chasing clouds with a silver sheen
Living free, falling in love

Oh, how the seasons change their tune
From summer's bloom to the harvest moon
Time, it moves like a ghostly dance
We close our eyes, lose our chance

Then came the years like a restless sea
Took a job in a city of stone
Trading gold for a living spree
With every breath, you feel alone
Weary feet on a crowded street
Faces pass like faceless names
Each one searching for something sweet
In the cold glare of the neon flames

Oh, how the seasons change their tune
From autumn’s haze to winter’s swoon
Time, it moves like a ghostly dance
We close our eyes, lose our chance

Now the bones grow tired and frail
The mirror tells what the soul conceals
In the quiet of an evening tale
We count the turns of fortune’s wheel

When the hands of the clock begin to slow
And the curtain start to fall
We remember those we used to know
The ones who danced, who heard the call
Life slips away like a thief in the rain,
Leaves behind the faintest trace,
But in every joy and every pain,
We find the truth, we find the grace.

Oh, how the seasons change their tune
From birth’s first cry to the old man’s croon
Time, it moves like a ghostly dance
We close our eyes, lose our chance

So take my hand, my friend, my king,
Let’s walk this path, let’s start again,
For every end, there’s a new begin,
And every loss is how we win.