In The Gray

(альбом: A Flight And A Crash - 2001)

I'm suspended now
Hanging in the gray of a weather beaten town
December rolls around
Lays a blanket of herself on the ground
Where comfort lives in sound
Like a gun laying cold on the ground
With no way to spell it out
There's still much to say of a gun left down

Most of me is elsewhere
Wondering
Shall we hear a song
Or shall we live one
Soaked to the bone

I'm suspended now
Hanging in the gray of a weather heavy cloud
Soften my face and bow
To bid my farewells to the ground for now

Part of me is sinking and pondering
Hope is a gracious term
Aligned with the faith and reason
Has a course to take
May it be the just one

Until then
I will drown (Drown!)
Go down without a fit
How glorious is it?
Bound in sound (Sound!)
Even and weightless
And free from wrist to wrist