Mellow train-esque feel - shuffling along and just kinda inviting you to drift...
A couple ideas that started snowballing - till in progress of course. Need to beef up the 'chorus' so that it peaks a bit more. Mentally I had this image of a shade/recently deceased person waiting to be burried and the kind of ... I guess resignation involved with waiting.
here I am dressed in silence
baggy clothes and shoes that never fit
on a trip by the river
the road less chosen never will forgive
if I take all my failures
line them up standing one by one
would they reach up to heaven
on the shoulders of things I've left undone
I can feel
all the wounds that never seemed so real
I can leave
all the words that never spoke to me
Clouds may wonder, stars may cry
Every time the sun must kiss the sky goodbye
here I watch from the shadows
half in darkness half in shades of sin
can I be beyond the questions
lies and riddles no one wants to hear again
I could drown
here within the arms of broken ground
I could sleep
here within a world beyond the dreams
Clouds don't wonder, stars don't cry
All the times the sun must kiss the sky
The sea won't stop to rest
Until the mountains leave their beds
And nothing's left but the whisper of the wind...