A Morning More or Less Like This One

作曲：Troy Gronsdahl,Yierasimos Kypriotis

作词：Troy Gronsdahl

No way of knowing where we went on those long journeys

Just guessing your way ahead

I keep walking as if something ought to happen

Which is as much as any of us can do

In this grey land of lost time

Somewhere between nowhere and what might be someplace perhaps

Where everything that ever happened is eerily still happening

Where sequence is trapped in creation

Before possible things converge

The improbable world

Held there a moment in a man's cold mouth

The edge of our loneliness

Sometimes there was a whiteness as of snow that obscured everything

Another silence within silence

Time speeds and slows moves in the altering shapes of stillness

And what happens next?

When time divides into before and after

And witness give brief testimony then move on elsewhere into a morning more or less like this one

I am an intruder here on someone else's grief

Let me be quite forgotten

And make a continual whisper

Until no returning is ever possible and time closes over