Maybe the sky is falling
Maybe we'll all be left behind
I think the days of wasted youth are hard to find
Born on coals, the fire set far before your time
I came out of the forest
Followed the glimmering tide
I could not weather the tempest
I had to go back inside
The distance between our intentions grows
Maybe you tried your best
Maybe the words were never kind
Maybe so, but that's the truth sometimes you know
Behind the years you lied you never had control
I came out of the forest
Followed the glimmering tide
I could not weather the tempest
I had to go back inside
It's so peaceful here
I can't recall the time
No pursuits, no signs
No purists, no divine