Snowflakes in July [Live From The Upper Room Studio, July 26, 2020]

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
Always, so real
Always, always, so real
Always, so real
Always, 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, always, always, so real

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

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 snowflakes in July
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, accursed for others
Always, so real, always, always

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 in the dark, wide awake but blindfolded
So real, always, so real
Always, always, always

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

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

We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
And recall all the joys we now hold onto
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
And recall all the joys we now hold onto
To feel alive
To feel alive

Always, so real, so real
Always, so real

We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
To recall all the joys we now hold onto
To feel alive
To feel alive

To feel alive
To feel alive
To feel alive somehow
Somehow, to feel alive

We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down

For tears, and pain, sorrows
For pain, tears, and sorrows
For pain, tears, and sorrows, and emptiness
We pray and bow down, bow down

The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees

The mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees, nobody sees
Nobody sees, no, no, nobody sees
Nobody sees
Nobody sees, no, no

We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down

Places, faces, moments and silence and screams
Places, faces, moments and silence and screams, screams
Places, faces, moments and silence and screams, screams
Places, faces, moments and silence and screams, and screams
We all wanna feel alive
We all wanna feel alive, alive
We all wanna feel alive, alive
We all wanna feel alive, alive, alive, alive
We all wanna feel alive, alive
We all wanna feel alive, alive
We all wanna feel alive, alive

Places, faces, moments and silence and screams
Places, faces, moments and silence and screams
Nobody sees
Nobody sees
Nobody sees
Nobody sees

The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror
The mirror

All the joys
All the joys
All the joys
All the joys
There will be time
There will be time
There will be time
There will be time
There will be time
There will be time
For you and I
For you and I
For you and I
For you and I
For you and I

Words: Alex Henry Foster
Recorded at Upper Room Studio