On Every Page

On Every Page
When you just tell them what I cannot say
When you just shine upon the ghosts along my way
I drop the game of throwing knives alone
There must be marks on every tree
From the past to our home

Only the mayfly used to tell me so
Now here is august, drop your weight, just let go
Now midnight sun takes turns with northern lights
Will I ever have to feel what those blades were about?
In that sound of sighing, that empty howl
And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries
Some ends forgotten and some others believed
Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas
When you know you're already young
Like the grass wither to become
Again and free
It's all we'll ever be
I don't remember where I learned to dive
But I am humble for the rocks when I try
And somehow I am lowered onto the waves
And now with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face
And in that sound of sighing, that empty howl
And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries
Some ends forgotten and some others believed
Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas
When you know you're already young
Like the grass wither to become
Again and free
It's all we'll ever be

The tired motion of the rusty bell
Just humming, visitor I quit, go to hell
I've been the tower but now walk along
There must be marks on every page
From the past to these songs
And in that sound of sighing, that empty howl
And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries
Some ends forgotten and some others believed
Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas
When you know you're already young
Like the grass wither to become
Again and free
It's all we'll ever be