Sometimes I think of them now

Those honey-scented days

When sun's bright rays shone on my face

Then summer blazed through the trees

And softened by the shade

It filled that sylvan place

Float

Go with the flow

Not high not low

Before you go

Float

And live in hope

When judgement comes

It comes to save us all



Now all that's left is a sound

A hollow echoing

No faith no heart in what I make

And those bright things I once saw

Are shadowy

Dead leaves

Like dreams

Drift on the lake



Float

Go with the flow

Not high not low

Before you go

Float

And live in hope

When judgement comes

It comes to save us all