Silver Sieve - Snowmine

Soldered joints

Weak at the knees

Topple my tree with the slightest breeze

They need just about all I can’t give

After panning me through their silver sieve

I don’t pray much but I know when I’m alive

I can’t keep traditions 'cause I keep them all inside

You know just about all that I know

When it comes to sorting out which way that I should go

'Cause 1…

Shake Shake

The wind blowing

A storm still waiting back behind

It’s always over me

Taking its toll

My nights are long as my days grow short

Your bridge is strong that needs no support

You know just how old I am supposed to be

But I pay for living, and dreaming comes for free

Now don’t think that I live for myself

Oh how I long to see the rain grace your gossamer skin

A test

Hands off

Dress soaked and sheer;

We’re remembering our better years

Shake Shake

The wind blowing

A storm still waiting back behind

It’s always over me

Taking its toll

Let’s remember our better years

Let’s define ourselves outside of the lines

Shake Shake

The wind blowing

A storm still waiting back behind

It’s always over me

Taking its toll