Ryan Bergman - Futile Dreams (Live)

The heat of an ocean sky
Burns holes in the pockets left behind
We are flowers on the ground
Only waking when it comes around

The weight is on your shoulders
Look up it's hiding in your eyes
It revolves around you
But it won't even notice you cry

On and on without end
In a fervor that we deem we comprehend
But our fields are made of sand
Rest enough for the individual man

The universe spinning out around you
Time held in it's hands
Split into two the Sun or the Moon
On the hills of a distant land

And when the sea turns to blackness
She floats upon the midnight streams
Shines on the captives within us
And foretells their futile dreams

Written by:
Ryan Bergman

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