Fountain

what lies beyond the fringe of the woods?

dust to dust, so we leave for good

when all has gone to blazes, I start to run

until I find places where nobody’s gone

no more weight on your conscience

with ease I go back to the start

surge like a fountain, like tide

and swallow the bleed

flows like a fountain inside

gather force from the sea

riding this giant wave, untied

let it wash me clean

crawling through deafening cold

turning head, there’s no sight of home

though my body’s aching, we have to push on

for every stride, a new line is drawn

surge like a fountain, like tide

and swallow the bleed

flows like a fountain inside

gather force from the sea

riding this giant wave, untied

let it wash me clean

from watching eyes, I blindly rove

to guard my stories and find new gold

riding this giant wave untied

let it wash me clean

[Claes Björklund]

What lies beyond the fringe of the woods?

Dust to dust, so we leave for good

What lies beyond the fringe of the woods?