Eventide comfort me
Let your dreams cover me
Whisper in the dark
Ticking of the clock
Eventide conceal me
Hide me in memories
Asylum that you bring
A feeling so serene
I recall sand-lot games
Saturday matinees
A bamboo fishing pole
A favourite swimming whole
Memories seem so clear
Through the night lying there
Living every thought
Moments that were lost
Following shadows
Following shadows
Morning light breaking cold
Slender threat growing bold
Illusions start to fade
Shadows black to gray
And it comes to the truth
Of some long hidden youth
Haunting deep inside
The wounds there to bind
Eventide shelter me
Let your dreams comfort me
The magic that you bring
A feeling so serene
Following shadows
Following shadows