Evan Wolf
Текст песни Sky

Here the sky spins around me;
Here the moon comes down,
Where the lights and the dark are free
Only as long as they last,
And the wishes send ripples in the wind
Which seem to reflect the past,
Here the night is near, and the day
So far away.
Beyond the nearby lands of splendor;
Past the oaken trees of tall,
Little by least the worlds are changing
Fast, a transient life for all,
Of the things may never be remembered
Or may just as now forget.
Never the open doors to the end;
Never the broken hearts,
Maybe so easy to tell a lie and
Still it is so easy to cry
When the meaning seems so gone,
And the doors to the end are
Still and inviting.
Now everything comes and goes;
Now everything moves on without
A glance, last of the truefound loves,
So far through the trees,
So far with the wind, of the end.

Here the world clings to my dreams;
Here the moon is my home,
For there in the skies, all will be true
Ever, forever,
With an unending care before
The times must change,
A forever and ever stayed at the
Doors to the end.
Here above all I love,
Here I listen to the words.