The Gathering
"The West Pole"

As the late evening sun Slides her way through copper clouds Golden leaves from autumn Play over a dusty breeze I slide my way through the empty park Weary eyes

Your memory fades Like dust wake the shades The still night comes breaking in Dry raindrops on summer wind

As the late evening sun Shines her way through aging sky Closing in on autumn

As I watch the miracle Of seasons changing I saw the leaves die

Your memory fades Like dust wake the shades The still night comes breaking in Dry raindrops on summer wind

But I can still see you and I can still hear you You're spinning around in my head

I can still hear you and I can still see you

Tide is down I thought I heard the perfect note I thought I heard you call my name

Your memory fades Like dust wake the shades The still night comes breaking in Dry raindrops on summer wind