Snowflakes in July

The visitors, waiting to dwell into the lights
Covering their eyes before the man newly turned into a ghost
The view is foggy, and so are memories
The sound seems so distant, but the emotion is so vivid, so real

A picture, a few words, a box, some ashes
True endings always find a way to be summarized
Turn life into a faint suitable piece of lonesome shine
We look around in disarray, the mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
So real, so real

There will be time for you and I
For morning tides to lift us all back into the lights
There will be time
So real

There will be time, there will be time
There will be time, there will be time for you and I
There will be time, there will be time for you and I
There will be time, there will be time
There will be snowflakes in July

Strangers defining the rights from the wrongs
The place got colder as time passes by
Existence, like love, is never easy to comprehend
It comes and goes, a gift for some, a curse for others
Always, so real

There will be time

For tears, pain, sorrows, and emptiness
In absence of answers, I kept everything inside
I wish I could have cried, could have felt something
But I stood in silence, lost into the dark, wide awake, blindfolded
So real
Always
There will be time
There will be time
There will be snowflakes in July

So real
There will be time, there will be time
So real
There will be time, there will be time
There will be snowflakes in July

The visions onward, everything gets so blurry as I grow weak
Is it possible to go through, to change our ways
Heard universe ain’t old enough for stars to fill the night
Insensitive we are to the wavelengths, all coming from the sky
So real, so real, so real

There will be time, there will be time
There will be time, always
There will be time, there will be time for you and I
There will be time, there will be time for you and I
There will be time, there will be time
For you and I

We pray, bow down, muse and contemplate
Scattering the past in places that used to be alive
Recall the joys we now hold onto with so much care
Haunted by the fear of forgetting voices and desires
Always, so real
So real, always
Always

But there will be time for morning tides to lift us all into the lights, into the lights
To go back into the lights, always

For you and I

Words: Alex Henry Foster
Recorded at Upper Room Studio

BLOG CATEGORIES

Latest Instagram Pics

Choose Your Language