Between - Disillusion

Only one hour left to cover for weeks

And seasons pass by like the winds

Too much unspoken on the wings of the night

We are passengers

Riding 'cross the sea

For all I know

We will miss again

You find yourself at backwoods and the cold- unfold

All crossings lead the same

The trees will whisper the way to go

A lure in covert down this winding road

What happened here will never go away

From nightfall 'til the early break of day

And this, our life

I fear it whirls astray, I see