Interludes Songtext
von Producers of the Word

Now the day has moments it competes
With the peace found in evening′s end
Interludes that come and go as breezes, to heal with gentle vent

So many tic-toc ticking conflicts
I need to be distracted
Where the daydream collects its dew
And dizzy is the afternoon

There's a kind of hush I want to achieve before every sunset
Keeps the empires of my trials at sea, away from continent


To heal, to heal with gentle vent
To heal, to heal with gentle vent

I know some people who prefer the night, they long for its stillness
Yet some nights the wind blows cold
And dim, in the day we might see them

The fishing village stressed
The catch is in the net
As a pie′s inspected for a plum
Their interlude has just begun

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