Omen
Lyrics by Brieve Morison
It’s not an omen for the future
It’s a memory of the past
It’s a little bit of last night
Still left in the glass
And that memory
Tries to hold us
In it’s realistic grasp
Quietening the tick of time
It will not let us pass.
But who’s not enchanted
By a story so old
And who is not spellbound
By the glitter of gold
Now you may try
To forget it
Pretend that it’s gone
Believing that one day
It will seem obviously wrong
But do the stars hold us
To the heat of their embrace
and do the waves tie us
To the time if their race
But who’s not enchanted
By a story so old
And who cis not spell bound
By the glitter of gold x3
