Lyrics

[Verse 1] Days changing darkest of the light The sun will crash the moon and dawn night Soon the song will waltz And the night is gone to another land The man sits on a dune with a pipe in his hand [Verse 2] Birds are whistling tunes beneath the trees Their lungs are breaking in on brimming [?] And soon the song will waltz And the night is gone to another land The man sits on a dune with a pipe in his hand [Bridge] Think about the plans They are gonna do today Think about the games The little children play [Bridge] Think about the plans They are gonna do today Think about the games The little children play [Verse 3] Days changing darkest of the light The sun will crash the moon and dawn night Soon the song will waltz And the night is gone to another land The man sits on a dune with a pipe in his hand [Verse 4] Birds are whistling tunes beneath the trees Their lungs are breaking in on [?] And soon the song will waltz And the night is gone to another land The man sits on a dune with a pipe in his hand [Outro] The man is rising from the dune 'Cause the birds start singing out of tune And the sound of people is coming to the beach He is hiding in the shade, he's out of reach When the day begins