 (Nicky Mehta)
The wind howls 'cross the ice floes
Send the frozen snow skimming
A river on a river hardened over
It doesn't know the way it's going
Is it north or south or westward
It just glides across the shoreline 'til it's over
You came for me in fast forward
On a claim for something ordered
A way through and past the history that held you
I'd tell my own story through you
Tell it loud to never lose you
A moth caught be the flame it could cannot measure
And there we go again, wishing something bolder
Trying to push and pull inside this moment
Trying to mold this life within our hands
This is where the whole world keeps on turning
This is where we come undone...undone
Will they measure me by branches
Count the rings and take my ashes
Mark the ground where I fell and carry on
Or will we bite against the silence
Fill our days with noise and violence
Not recognize our hearts when we are done
There we'll go again wishing something bolder
Trying to push and pull inside this moment
Trying to mold this life within our hands
This is where the whole world keeps on turning
This is where we come undone
We don't know where it's going
Is it north or south or westward
It just glides across the shoreline 'til it's over
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