Fading Shorelines

Golden light across the floor

Leaves are shifting by the door (ahhh) Every season leaves a trace

Etched upon a changing face

Oh,

the hours they drift away

Like the mist at break of day

But we grow, we bend,

we bloom in the cold

Finding beauty in the stories we hold

Every scar is a line of hope in the dark (oooh,

in the dark)

Dusty books on wooden shelves

Shedding skins of former selves (hummmm)

Bitter winds and sweet relief

In the letting go of grief

But we grow, we bend,

we bloom in the cold

Finding beauty in the stories we hold

Every scar is a line of hope in the dark

(oooh,

in the dark)

We bloom in the cold (we bloom...)