Pick a day and write a note
Bleed it out below a clef
The songs written stay afloat
What happens tomorrow, dream today
It creeps on you, sliding away
Rocks the ridges of Monte Rosa
Darkness falls where I lay
With the sand in hand, I'm safe
She was there, for the winter
In the perfect fifth, so afar
The foggy road that leads to her
Harmonies, yet so somber
She's a child, if you think
Strike a tone and she’ll be born.
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