Transitions

Lyrics

The snapping of strings Strange rhythms in sounds A reminder to us that all things must end I feel the Sword of Damocles staring down at me A flower blooms in the final act of self preservation The mountain and the sky They collide before the river's eyes Delusions drain us of safety Our foundation is rotting Creatures crawl out confused The cycle continues From the season of loss to the season of life It is in the transitions Grind and puncture Reform to return Cycles and seasons Rеform to pass through Drawing your first breath The last leaf to fall touchеs the ground and turns day to night Cycles and seasons relapse It is in the transitions