Meet the Sky
Riff: Em C D Em
I was born here,
Where green hills meet the sky.
On these cold winds,
I have always tried to fly.
In air currents,
Raindrops start to form.
And all our dreams are,
Prisoners to the storm.
Whispering shadows,
You can hear the passing of time.
Pulsing heartbeats,
Carry us further down the line.
Black sky, grey stone,
Gripped by the fingers of night.
And we are constant travellers,
Seeking out new light.
From the blue, the rain's been falling,
Onto the stones, it keeps on calling.
And you wonder if it's too late.
The streams of time can't stop flowing,
We are trapped in perpetual motion.
There's no time to hesitate.
No time to hesitate.
No more easy,
Ways to move ahead.
Feeling pressure,
For all the things we said.
Coming closer,
The engine starts to scream.
Standing silent,
It's our time to fly again.
Out of the blue, the rain's been falling,
Onto the stones, it keeps on calling.
And you wonder if it's too late.
The streams of time can't stop flowing,
We are trapped in perpetual motion.
There's no time to hesitate.
No time to hesitate.
Music & Lyrics By Joe Wee & Marcus Taylor
Copyright(c) 2013 Crosswinds - Marcus Taylor & Joe Wee
