As Days Go By
when i was just a bleeding flower
on the table of truth
i felt my heart flooded with ruth
for all the losses
and all the gains
for all the pleasures
and all the pains
that make the world shed my tears
for all the hopes
that turn into fears
for the flowers and doves
that die in their sleep
for all the lost lovers
born only to weep
and now as i'm driven astray
on a paper ship
floating on an ocean of clay
foolishly trying
to remember the way
i see that things are really
as they say they are
i see that near is almost always too far
i see that words
evade the cage of the master
i see that slow grows ever faster
it's going to rain now in my cup
it's going to snow in my day
the clouds are crying
the water is sleeping
i'm fading away
