Condors

The wind it carries condors
The condors carry tiny candles
Passing them to seagulls
Like batons that heat the sea
One flame at a time
The ocean start to boil
And everything is reset
To the way that it should be

And all the loves and heartaches
Taking up our precious spaces
Will melt into the cauldron
And simmer til they’re gone
And the forest by the mountainside
Took so long to build
Will join the gorgeous fire
And burn until the dawn

The wind it carries condors
And the condors carry tiny branches
With little bits of water
Hiding in their leaves
And one drop at a time
The moisture leaves the mountain
Then everything is cycled
By time and its thieves
Life is just an hourglass waiting to expire
Love is just an icicle waiting for the fire
We were all a jar of flies waiting to be free
And everything is reset to the way that it should be
And everything is reset to the way that it should be