Silver Years
Song by Vikings in Tibet
You take your time
To regulate your thoughts
And picture all outcomes
But to make up your mind
As to finding your purpose
Make a simple draft
You said you felt like
You were wholly covered with heavy feathers
Don’t strive for bird’s-eye view
Just live your silver years
You don’t care about cold hearted conflict
Over mindless spillage into murky waters
But when you start to drift off
You get stressed out, you fall apart
Your chest pressed down by swollen air
Why not live your silver years
Take it as it comes
There’s always a choice to be made
To regulate your thoughts
And picture all outcomes
But to make up your mind
As to finding your purpose
Make a simple draft
You said you felt like
You were wholly covered with heavy feathers
Don’t strive for bird’s-eye view
Just live your silver years
You don’t care about cold hearted conflict
Over mindless spillage into murky waters
But when you start to drift off
You get stressed out, you fall apart
Your chest pressed down by swollen air
Why not live your silver years
Take it as it comes
There’s always a choice to be made