Returning

Leather boots, heavy armor like brambles, like dust

One of these days, you’ll discover your own morning sun

Finding feet bare in softer ground

Finding depth in hollow earth

The returning takes its own time

The returning takes its own time

Edge of the road with wind in your hair

In goat's yellow eyes, I saw us there

Fallen breaths speaking lowly in damper skies

My hands slowly softening your lines

The returning takes its own time

The returning takes its own time

Went on a walk with the wrong expectations

Seeking a still life in a town that once was

Streets are silent like they were all last year

Time has taken its toll on it

You may sense my lonesome shadow

Distance between us has carved a hollow

Winding stillness, echo chamber

Time has taken its toll on me

The returning takes its own time

The returning takes its own time

The returning takes its own time

The returning