Lyrics

The Boredom of a Sunlit Day

The blue sky, a blaze with shimmering light reflected, clouds
The warm rage on the cold air

The mountains almost hide their gray buildings in their bosom as the birds begin to fly away

The ground is flushed with hues of brown, yellow, red and gold
The colors swim through the breeze and that air breathes that familiar gasp

Promises of the wilting to come when darkness descends and the trees no longer sound

I will be with you again when the seasons change

I realize that there's nothing new under the sun

The boredom of a sunlit day and my lazy spirit fades