Schyler's Song - Sweet Smoke

When night flows by your window

And candles start to move

As rest turns into solitude

The wind becomes atrophy

It blows a song so gentle

That humans seem to hear

Like fadey dreams of childhood

It’s coming but no one else hear

Know the sound of candle floppin'

Birds that Indistinguishable may not Indistuingishable

Bows that speak may not have mind

One who seeks is one who finds

Street Indistuingishable

The skies start to shine

Solitude takes to the air

Dogs begin to whine

Before the tune is finished

Someone’s lips go cold

Tim will capture all that’s made

Ther’s no such thing as old

Know the sound of candle floppin'

Birds that Indistinguishable may not Indistuingishable

Bows that speak may not have mind

One who seeks is one who finds

Thank you very much

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