Classical Rhythmic Resonance - Two Voices Lyrics

And the waves will arrive at their end every time
I loved in a way that echoes with joy upon the path
And after the feet have walked the path
I hurled my body upon the dirt wholeheartedly
Dirt newly transformed into sand imprinted upon many lands

A beach, lands upon which I will never be granted to remain
And I looked out upon the sand and wished that I could become sand
Because it is a hurdle to come back to my first instinct
But the sand is sat on beaches that accept it

And then it is kissed by the waves
Those waves will never remain
But the ache, but the ache, the ache
Negates intention for a moment

That it may become momentarily intense
And even upon the path which I have been granted
The measuring rod does not always reach very far
And upon the path refracted I cannot find an identical path therein

And oftentimes even upon my own ground
The cracks in the ground are not very weak
And where chunks of wood are rotting
They cannot find identical earth therein

And even upon the path which I have been granted
The measuring rod does not always reach very far
And upon the path refracted I cannot find an identical path therein
And oftentimes even upon my own ground

The cracks in the ground are not very weak
And where chunks of wood are rotting
They cannot find identical earth therein