Book Of Hours — Anekdoten

Watching the world through the eyes of a child Leaving the past behind me Curiously peeping behind each door Already longing for tomorrow There's no need to fear as long as you're here

It's not always easy, not always plain You cannot evade your sorrow Those are the terms of this old game Give and forgive for tomorrow There's no need to fear - I will be here

All of the reasons were lost in the wave I scrabble around for reassurance Dragging my grapnel athwart the sea Scanning my Book of Hours