Lake Song

The sky screams orange and blue, the mountains tower over you
Your hair catching the breeze, the horizon is littered by the trees
And every puddle traps a picturesque dream, some clouds even brushing the tops of the trees

Trying to catch the last glimpse of the day as the light is gleaming further away

Every stone creates a ripple
Every bird cry's a whistle
And the water continues to trickle
And the mist begins to triple

Every stone creates a ripple
Every bird cry's a whistle
And the water continues to trickle
And the mist begins to triple

I was following the water, it took a different, now its falling fast from way up here
And I open my eyes and I climb so high, I didn't realise, I need to be down there
And each of the trees, they look so small and the way to go is so unclear
As the day light disappears
As the day light disappears

Every stone creates a ripple
Every bird cry's a whistle
And the water continues to trickle
And the mist begins to triple

Every stone creates a ripple
Every bird cry's a whistle
And the water continues to trickle
And the mist begins to triple

Every stone creates a ripple (every bird, every bird)
Every bird cry's a whistle
And the water continues to trickle
And the mist begins to triple (every bird, every bird)

Every stone creates a ripple (every bird, every bird)
Every bird cry's a whistle
And the water continues to trickle
And the mist begins to triple (every bird, every bird)