Cycles by Sailor White

Cycles

Cycles, beginning to end, you turn into earth
Cycles, an enemy a friend, wave upon shore, nothing more

You can try for the line, there's no hope for a mind
That won't go in

Circles, going round and round, a room where you can't find the door
Cycles, the time of the season, coming back again

The way of nature is time
The weight of living is mine to carry on in

Circles, an enemy a friend, wave upon shore, nothing more
Cycles, beginning to end, you turn into earth


Made in Tiohtiá:ke.

• Rock
• country rock
• folk rock
• hard rock
• power pop
• psych
• rural rock
• Montréal