The grass is over grown
The trees have fallen down
The river has run dry
The past cannot be found
The wind is blowing cold
And I can smell the dust
Nature took the signs
I can't find my way back
So reach out and touch me
It's been a little while
But there is nothing more that I need
Then you to love me now
Kiss me on my brow
Take me to the place where we were
When time was young
When time was young
The forest is silent
Those powerlines look violent
The footprints of a killer
Lead back into my bed
There is nothing holding me back
Creation is waiting to funnel down
I'm finding my way through the crack
Of my conscious filter that's turning black
It's turning black
So reach out and touch me
It's been a little while
But there is nothing more that I need
Then you to love me now
Kiss me on my brow
Take me to the place where we were
When time was young
When time was young
There is nothing holding me back
Creation is waiting to funnel down
I'm finding my way through the crack
Of my conscious filter that's turning black