Faces

Faces

Waiting...

And the days they speak to me

With all their history

Little ways passing phases all so consistently

As the gazes reached for me with that intensity

Through this maze of misled praise the words get into me

Staring at faces of our times to reconcile

There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds

And in that autumn you'll find

Every orphan will loose their need to pine

Reassure them the world before them

Staring at faces

Change...

Cause words alone will soon dissolve

And leave us with a face we can't console

In the zone conscious of tones

We can't resolve

Staring at faces of our times to reconcile

There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds

And in that autumn you'll find

Every orphan will loose their need to pine

Reassure them the world before them

Staring at faces