Crashing the Sound

Gone

Not gone away

Still in space

Rising

Thoughts

Drift to the sky

And to the flight

Of angels

Storm

Stolen from the cloud

And reformed

In the frozen ground

Cause you're old enough

For a different face

It's a different wave

Crashing the Sound

Torn

Like a silver gown

Moonlit town

Of hunger

Stones unturned

Let them lie

Though the air

Still burns

Let your shadows fly

Cause you're old enough

It's a different age

A different way of touching the sound

A different phase

Different wave

Crashing the sound

Gone

Not gone away

Still in space

Rising