See the stains of winter's grass
Will you worship moons in winter's night?
Given you meaning, taken my place
Something has taken you so far from me
Given you meaning taken my place
Or with silver spoons and colored light
So make your way on down to the sea
Clothes of sand have covered your face
To look through panes of shaded glass
Can you now return to from where you came?
And who will say that I stayed much too long?
To see the earth through painted eyes
Try to burn your changing name
Who has said that my sayings were wrong?
Does it now seem worth all the color of skies?
Clothes of sand have covered your face
Some make your way on down to sea