The Water, the Rocks

I can see The colors of the bleeding moon I can hear The noises that'll be here soon I'm reaching out, taking a hand You can't help but listen, it's harder to stand The stars in the trees, the water, the rocks, and the sand I can know That it'll be alright, but I've no control I can change To something warmer, and still stay the same I'm reaching out, taking a hand You can't help but listen, it's harder to stand The stars in the trees, the water, the rocks, and the sand