On Every Page

When you just tell them what I cannot say When you just shine upon the ghosts along my way I drop the game of throwing knives alone There must be marks on every tree From the past to our home Only the mayfly used to tell me so Now here is august, drop your weight, just let go Now midnight sun takes turns with northern lights Will I ever have to feel what those blades were about? In that sound of sighing, that empty howl And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries Some ends forgotten and some others believed Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas When you know you’re already young Like the grass wither to become Again and free It’s all we’ll ever be I don’t remember where I learned to dive But I am humble for the rocks when I try And somehow I am lowered onto the waves Now with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face In that sound of sighing, that empty howl And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries Some ends forgotten and some others believed Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas When you know you’re already young Like the grass wither to become Again and free It’s all we’ll ever be The tired motion of the rusty bell Just humming, visitor I quit, go to hell I’ve been the tower but now walk along There must be marks on every page From the past to these songs In that sound of sighing, that empty howl And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries Some ends forgotten and some others believed Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas When you know you’re already young Like the grass wither to become Again and free It’s all we’ll ever be