Paroles de Orchard

Where the ocean meets the dry land grows The tree of life The witness of our numbered hours A mystery rising from the dirt and salt Beyond time In the garden of the sunset daughters As the evening and its reverie Dye the fabric of reality Time is flying by and I dream up this orchard Why does it feel so real, so familiar The nimble fingers spin the thread of life So quietly The aerie work briefly forgotten The destined yarns woven together like A tapestry A latent picture of the unknown future As the evening and its reverie Dye the fabric of reality Time is flying by and I dream up this orchard Why does it feel so real, so familiar Sinking in In between Time is flying by and I dream up this orchard Why does it feel so real, so familiar