Lake Song

The sky screams orange and blue, the mountains tower over you
Your hair catching the breeze, the horizon is littered by the trees
And every puddle traps a picturesque dream, some clouds even brushing the tops
of the trees
Tryin' to catch the last glimpse of the day as the light is gleaming further
away
Every stone creates a ripple, every bird cries a whistle
And the water continues to trickle, and the mist begins to triple
Every stone creates a ripple, every bird cries a whistle
And the water continues to trickle, and the mist begins to triple
I was following the water, it took a different
Now it’s falling fast from way up here
And I open my eyes and I climb so high
I didn’t realise, I need to be down there and each of the trees
They look so small and he away to go is so unclear
As the daylight disappears, as the daylight disappears
Every stone creates a ripple, every bird cries a whistle
And the water continues to trickle, and the mist begins to triple
Every stone creates a ripple, every bird cries a whistle
And the water continues to trickle, and the mist begins to triple
Every stone creates a ripple, every bird cries a whistle
And the water continues to trickle, and the mist begins to triple
Every stone creates a ripple, every bird cries a whistle
And the water continues to trickle, and the mist begins to triple