The Sound of Her World - Sylvan

Flowery meadows and green coloured lands

Beating the fields, touching grass with my hands

Cartways I walk on, broad acres I roam

And then afar, within sight, there’s home!

In your hands I believe I can reach for this dream quite easily

In your hands I believe, yes I feel that it’s near…

Hold me, tight… enough for me now… Lead me, right… enough for me now…

Know me, wise… enough for me now… Show me, in sight…

Now the fields she has roamed are covered with haze

And a mist from the east now darkens the days

When the sirens afar are starting to scream

When no hand is in sight she wakes from her dream

And the sound of her world is starting to change

And the sound of her world become twisted and strange

And in the sound of her world a discord appears

Somehow the sound of her world’s infiltrated by fears

My love, can you hear this shrill sound!

It’s as if it followed us out of my

dreams…

And now it is spinning around!

All that once was near now seems beyond arm’s

reach!

…the loneliness is coming… the loneliness is coming… sound of her world…

Hold me, tight… enough for me now… Lead me, right… enough for me now…

Knows me, wise… enough for me now… Show me, in sight… Enough for me now!