Pathway - Felix Marc

Lend me your fields of thoughts

And I will harvest all I can

To turn the seasons into years

Before the winter steals it all

I know the pathway we can go

Follow the barely growing trees

Linger it light-flooded glades

Testified emotions departing

This will be the end indeed

See these hands

Come pull me out of here

Where is the light we seek

We stole the fire

From the hands of time

And as we struggle on and on

Blind and hopelessly depressed

Fading substance passing by

Captivated moments endorsing