Silver Sieve (Snowmine)

Soldered joints Weak at the knees. Topple my tree with the slightest breeze. They need just about all I can't give After panning me through your silver sieve I don't pray much but I know when I'm alive I can't keep traditions Because I keep them all inside You know just about all that I know When it comes to sorting out which way that I should go Because I. Shake Shake The wind blowing A storm still waiting back behind It's always over me Taking its toll My nights are long as my days grow short. Your bridge is strong that needs no support. You know just how old I am supposed to be, But I pay for living, and dreaming comes for free. Now don't think that I live for myself. Oh how I long to see the rain grace your gossamer skin. A test, hands off, Dress soaked and sheer; We're remembering our better years. Shake Shake The wind blowing A storm still waiting back behind It's always over me Taking its toll Let's remember our better years Let's define ourselves outside of the lines. Shake Shake The wind blowing A storm still waiting back behind It's always over me Taking its toll