What child this night whose dreams take flight? What child somewhere sleeps unaware? What life that yet has no regrets? What child, who knows what dreams I've closed?
Time floats on As I write these letters that you'll never see Still each one's gone Placed in a bottle so tides they might follow And somehow find their way to thee
What child this night whose wings take flight on evening winds? What dreams begin? Each day begets its own regrets Do I dare wait or joust with fate?
Time floats on As I write these letters that you'll never see Still each one's gone Placed in a bottle so the tides they might follow And somehow find their way to thee