You can brood by a brook And whisper to water Don't worry, the dawn will dry your tears See the daylight as it flows It fills the holes, and souls grow whole You can moan to the moon You can swoon in the sunset Don't hurry, your world won't disappear See the waves that drape the shore They fill the holes, and souls grow whole and old.
Played scissor paper rock I'd run till I was caught Games end but nothing stops The rocks will turn to dust The scissor starts to rust The ink will fade with us.
