Copenhagen

(альбом: Blessed - 2011)

Thundering news hits me like a snowball
Striking my face and shattering
Covering me in a fine powdery mist
And mixing in with my tears

And I'm 57 but I could be 7 years old
'Cause I will never be able to
Comprehend the expansiveness
Of what I've just learned that

You have disappeared
You have been released
You are flecks of light
You are mist
Somewhere, spinning round the sun
Circling the moon
Traveling through time
You are mist

Walking through unfamiliar streets
And I'm shaking unfamiliar hands
And I'm hearing unfamiliar laughs
And lovely language I don't understand

It's late October in Copenhagen
The skies are gray, the snow is falling
I see my breath outside, I'm freezing
I'm motionless, in disbelief that

You have disappeared
You have been released
You are flecks of light
You are mist
Somewhere, spinning round the sun
Circling the moon
Traveling through time
You are mist