The Beacons of Somewhere Sometime, Part III: In This Blinding Light

Further away is all I feel now
These windswept plains
Petals are falling just like whispers
Rivulets of fall are washing over my chest

And another tired year
Ferments into wine

Come back to me
In dreams with eyes as bright as
The sunlight on a stream
Because I'm falling off

There's a birch
Guarding you
Watching over the unthinkable
This is but a picture
This is but a notion
This is nothing but a futile fight

And in this blinding light
To me you'll never grow old
In this blinding light
To me you'll never grow old
In this blinding light
To me you'll never grow old
And this is what remains
It's what I keep

Come back to me
In dreams with eyes as bright as
The sunlight on a stream
Because I'm falling off

Tides of light
Carry you, carry me
Far away from here
This is but a picture
This is but a vision
This is nothing but a futile dream

Come back to me
In dreams with eyes as bright as
The sunlight on a stream
Because I'm falling off

There's a birch
Guarding you
Watching over the unthinkable
This is what I cling to
This is how I struggle
You walk slowly out the door