Changes - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

And wander in my words

Dream about the pictures that I play

Of changes

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall

To brown and to yellow they fade

And then they have to die

Trapped within the circle time parade

Of changes

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind

Visions of shadows that shine

'Til one day I returned

And found they were the victims of the vines

Of changes

The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark

Swings through a hollow of haze

A race around the stars

A journey through the universe ablaze

With changes

Moments of magic will glow in the night

All fears of the forest are gone

But when the morning breaks

They're swept away by golden drops of dawn

Of changes

Passions will part to a strange melody

As fires will sometimes burn cold

Like petals in the wind

We're puppets to the silver strings of souls

Of changes

Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else

One last cup of wine we will pour

And I'll kiss you one more time

And leave you on the rolling river shores

Of changes

So sit by my side, come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

And wander in my words

Dream about the pictures that I play

Of changes