Fate Playing

Moving in the trees, in the trees, in the trees
In the trees it’s moving
Singing with the breeze through the leaves and the reeds
In the swell of morning
Scattered on the sea, on the sea, on the sea
Like a sinners suitcase
Never came to be in the moments I need
But we still keep looking

And I don’t know who put you up to this
I taste words stumbling on my lips
And I feel the push and pull
It moves me
And now I see you’re not so fearsome

Turning in the waves, in the waves, in the waves
In the waves it’s turning
Breaking on the way like the stones that you made
With this constant stirring
Falling to the ground, to the ground, to the ground
Like a tired runner
Never came to be in the moments we need
But we still keep looking

And I don’t know who put you up to this
I taste words stumbling on my lips
And I feel the push and pull
It moves me
And now I see you’re not so fearsome