Untrodden

There comes a time for all of us to set our unfortunate sails. Our chance to part with the unrest, the open trail, the fever's crest. Will you meet me there underneath the pallid city lights? In the rain of Summerland, over the ashes Our memories in open hands My words must levitate And reverberate through the void The nails are in, the pressure's there The music of loss in the air Thought i saw you in the street Standing still Watching me I would fall down on my knees I would love to surrender to nothingness But i'll stay another year To see if things might change Remain where you are My love will protect you always