story behind the song: overachieving in certain pastimes, led to a day of reflection once the eyes could focus. not to mention the interesting weather.
Lyrics
when the wind burrows and turns tail on itself
while the sun shines bright with its warmth in denial
after the tears of ice paint the place dead
skewered, like pages in flames of the read
your heart beating softly for that someone to hear
rising rapidly in that creschendo of near
eyes to the stars, so distant so cold
grazing the paths the future might hold
or so you're told
and in the morning of a dawning new fear
the wailing and gnashing at the birth of too clear
you don't want to no now, but maybe its true
calming accepting the loss of another real you
hearts beat in rhythm of some coming of age
pulsing and quickening in the temples of fate
eyes to the stars, so distant so old
gaze resting at last on the now that you know
