Rock song written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree
The butterfly glides so casually in the breeze
Abandoned honeycomb with no swarming bees
The same sun sets, moving to a new horizon
Continental drift and fields of skinned bison
Time stops for no one
The spider is dead and gone
But the web is still spun
The graves this life is built on
The same name carved in a slab of stone
So many moving parts that share the same tone
Worlds past our own that remain unknown
The empty city with the trees all overgrown
Time stops for no one
The spider is dead and gone
But the web is still spun
The graves this life is built on
I just want you…
Nothing else
I feel I’m nothing
I need you…
Nothing else
I feel I’m nothing
Copyright 2023 Sean Ferree