Chronos Lyrics

Seeing through the wrinkles of men

They are made of laughter,

Of yelling, of tears, of sleepless nights

Accepting a few of them on your own face, your own hands,

Carrying their weight on your own shoulders

To better understand their ways and lines, in life

Seeing into women's eyes,

their color becomes frosted in time

Born free, yet captured in their fathers' visions,

freed sometimes and captured again by their own husbands,

Living freedom through their children,

Who sometimes grow up to be worse than their fathers,

Than their fathers, than their fathers

Carefully eyeing children's hair

Its color and brilliance and strength

It can be scary

And yet still wishing to have it back

As it once was, untouched, thick, full of energy

A child's smile is a reminder of what used to be

And what is no longer when you're opening your eyes, in the morning

Enduring being a landscape without people on it

Just a single bird resting on your chest

Imagine its feet touching the grass on your inner core,

Deep down inside you

Gently floating through your breath of life,

As if trying to woo someone

This vision is a blue pill, but it conserves you somehow

So, greet the moon as a friend every night

Try to smooth out the wrinkles in your everyday life, every now and then

Trying to remember the shade of brown of some grandma's green eyes

While they were once hitting their children,

Who later became fathers,

Long before they hit their own children, teaching them:

This is what loving fathers do

And you're trying to caress your own head,

Feel the receding hairline

You're touching your face

And feel more wrinkles brought about by the thoughts accompanying adulthood

As you realize: your childhood is gone, long gone

So, turn around like the maple seeds, like a helicopter,

Turn and turn around, once twice,

Hoping sometime in between the sky

And the earth you can arrive at your own haven,

In your own heaven, on your own earth,

Where children play,

Where they kindly ask an outsider boy or a girl "Play with us!"

Me, moving through the field

In search of something I don't know

But never ending

Yet smiling, for the new dawn brings the echo of a single nightingale

Which leads the way