Form Another Stone - Camper Van Beethoven

…tied to the wind, she tries to whisper damage to my sense, but I resist

I am lashed to the Earth, I hear the sounds of her footsteps going around

She swells and recedes

Grasping the summer soon she thinks she’s holding on when she’s not

Hear the sounds of the sun’s set going down, it dies with a whisper

And I cry into the sea but the echoes of my tears follow me, fall down in to

winter

I look for my strength on the inside, I know it’s there, but to find it

Takes it out, it knocks me down, I cry for a whisper

I am tied to sun burns my back and the heat seeps my bones, I cry to harden

From another stone to melt away, this one might take years (but that’s alright)

Until I turn around to hear the sound of the horses' thundering around in my

head

I’m wondering aloud…

Think another thought while the wheels turn around over me rubbing me into the

Background…