Indian Summer - Angry Son

In the stone heart of an angry son, an angry son who has done his swallowing
His memories are bitten pills, so many bitten pills that he has collected

The broken ground he now moves on, this ground so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled
On the way to the sunken earth, and still he moves on

This is earth
Has moved on and collected, settled to his own liking, and still he moves on
A voice in the back of his head reminding him that this is stolen, that this is not his

All these moments, all these precious time spent moments in gravity
All this anxious waiting, all this time spent waiting
All this pain that you know
All this pain that you know
All this pain that you will ever know

In waking hours, time spent in this moment
Though he is living, silently in moments, and forgiving relevance
It is in his heart he is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields
It is in these moments of time well spent
In these moments of gravity, this time well spent, a look to heaven
Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky

Racing, racing
Yelling softly
This is the moment
This is the moment
A look to heaven
Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky
This is the moment

Holding moments and forgiving relevance
It is in his heart
He is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields
It is in these moments of time well spent
In these moments of gravity
This time well spent
A look to heaven
Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky