There are the days I cannot know or understand,
A piano in a moving van, way behind at the light.
And a wave is rolling over.
A wave is moving over.
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me.
The time of mistakes.
Will it ever change to another time
like a season
when the snow will slide off the house
and leave the house clean?
And a wave is rolling over.
A wave is moving over.
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me.
A singing bird.
I call your name in the middle of the nighttime.
I’m the smallest bird
who calls your name in the middle of the day.
And a wave is rolling over.
A wave is moving over.
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me
There are the days I cannot know or understand,
A piano in a moving van, way behind at the light.
And a wave is rolling over.
A wave is moving over.
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me.
The time of mistakes.
Will it ever change to another time
like a season
when the snow will slide off the house
and leave the house clean?
And a wave is rolling over.
A wave is moving over.
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me.
A singing bird.
I call your name in the middle of the nighttime.
I’m the smallest bird
who calls your name in the middle of the day.
And a wave is rolling over.
A wave is moving over.
A wave is rolling over me, over me, over me