Treelines

Little silver fluffy clouds
Rippling over the country side like waves
And we are flying over

Shadows cast a darkened smile
Covering the shallow hell/hill
And it seems, the devil’s coming over

[chorus]
We are going on
Remembering where we came from
We are holding on
We can see past the treelines
Where the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

That yellow,  bright and smiling house
Looking over the valley where time stands still
The river is going nowhere

Poets flee and flock around
An object that is made of sound
It’s imporance, the devil’s in the details

[chorus] 2x

Oooh
Oooh
We can see past the treelines where the beauty lies…

Little silver fluffy clouds
Rippling over the country side like waves
And we are flying over

Shadows cast a darkened smile
Covering the shallow hell/hill
And it seems, the devil’s coming over

[chorus] 2x