Echo
Echoes of Change: Unraveling the Seasons in Lanham Scofield's Melody
Lyrics
There's a repeating sound
There is a recurring sound.
That keeps going round and round my head
The sound is continually circling in my thoughts.
And if you're quiet now
If you become silent now,
You can hear exactly what I said
You can discern precisely what I've expressed.
You can hear it again
The sound repeats, questioning your whereabouts.
Asking where have you been
It repeats, inquiring about your recent experiences.
Oh no it's setting in
Concern arises; a realization is sinking in.
The seasons end
The conclusion of seasons is approaching.
Time is over
Time has run out.
And oh no you're not the same
You are no longer the same.
You've rearranged
You've reorganized or changed.
What's left over
Only remnants remain of what was.
It's been getting late
The hour is growing late.
And I keep seeing your face around my room
Your image persists in my room.
A crushing weight
An oppressive burden is felt.
an echo in space I might need soon
An echo in space may become necessary soon.
You can hear it again
The sound repeats, questioning your whereabouts.
Asking where have you been
It repeats, inquiring about your recent experiences.
Oh no it's setting in
Concern arises; a realization is sinking in.
The seasons end
The conclusion of seasons is approaching.
Time is over
Time has run out.
And oh no you're not the same
You are no longer the same.
You've rearranged
You've reorganized or changed.
What's left over
Only remnants remain of what was.
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