Blues and greens and copper golds
They haunt my memory
When autumn paints the clouds
And birds no longer sing

Green rocks rising from the sea
To point accusingly
At city lights false promises
So made

The shining tinsel
Artificial city bothers me
I just don't fit into my
New society

Peoples faces, places
Seem to wear a mask of clay
Money seems to crumble
Just like clay

Used to sit by roaring shores
And listen to the sea
I wander speechlessly
Bright and wildly on a tree trunk

Now the shining tinsel
Artificial city bothers me
I just don't fit into my
New society

All the glistens is not gold
But just the neon lights
Across from lonely ruins
Into the night

Used to sit by roaring shores
And listen to the sea
I wander speechlessly
Bright and wildly on a tree that's broken

Now I'm turning running falling
Coming home to you
Smiling faces, places
I once knew.
