In case time sweeps me away
To deserted shores
Today I close the book
Of lifeless hours
I craft birds out of clay
I craft birds out of clay and let them fly
In case time sweeps me away
To deserted shores
Today I cast aside the misery
Of abandonment and sorrow
No more blank pages
I feel the wonder of a solitary passerby
I get lost in maps
I sail through their leaves
Now the wind blows
As the sea drifted away long ago
No longer do I climb the hill
That leads to your door
My dog no longer sleeps by your fireplace
In the corners of time, feelings nest
Today they're birds of clay yearning to fly
I get lost in the valleys
I sleep on the roads
Now the wind blows
As the sea drifted away long ago
When I have no boat, no oars, no guitar
When the morning's nightingale no longer sings
Now the wind blows
As the sea drifted away long ago
I get lost in the valleys
I sleep on the roads