Time of the Blue - The Tallest Man On Earth

Wind in trust

Wind in sleep

Wind in knowing what thoughts to keep

It’s not that damn impossible

Little wasteland farmer

I get the job

They make it rain

But now I need your shadow friend

The pioneer would ask his kid

Are we clowns just running?

In your mind where you’re always late

Because of dreams of no ordinary landscapes

And the 'why?'

in the margin is true

It’s where I fly

It’s where I scribble that I love you

In the time of the blue

Now, is it fear?

How does it ring?

How does it teach young birds to sing

And riot through the orchestra?

When is quiet coming?

To our minds where we’re always late

Because of dreams of no ordinary landscapes

And the 'why?'

in the margin is true

Please don’t doubt

I will get this and I love you

It’s just the time of the blue

And in time we are only strays

From our birds and the rivers in our landscapes

And the flying in the margin is true

And in your shine

In the vastness of I love yous

There’s no time of the blue