wander down to the broken shore the weight of one to many wars another vision to ignore apart from ardor tied up hands a deeper water will expand a million dreams on the floor what next another moon is gone slipped by the fallen wilted sun i know, though i cannot run pulled down by ordinary means a growing laughter in between i feel another day is done all movement ends the time it's gone waves have no memory of the warmth and another day is done apart from ardor tied up hands a deeper water will expand and another day is done