Live Old - Faun Fables

Time will slow you down

If you’re lucky

A chance to be ground

Into the earth

The wind playing with your sands

Before you leave this land

Impatience kills good chance

Slow down

Slow down

Slow down

Better not count on winning

There may be no race

Better not scorn the old

Wisdom may need a slower pace

When the pressure of youth are gone

Sing a vaster song

What mattered so much

Time seeded with it’s touch

Something age brings

With invisible things

Freed from broken dreams

Grow old

Grow old

Grow old

Better not kill it in youth

You might pass through that portal

Better not count on dying

You just might be immortal

It seems a long wait

For treasure beyond the gate

And your looks and prizes aren’t worth taking with you

The trumpet blares

Of youthly cares

Might obscure that view

Theres more

Theres more

Theres more

Something age brings

With invisible things

Freed from broken dreams