Time is Talking

Time is Talking (4:23)
Jim Pipkin 2004 BMI

Wind blows down the valley, and it rustles round my head
Sun is slowly settin' turning clouds and mountains red
Water boilin' on the fire, smell of smokin' pine
Flames flutter at my fingertips, dreams **** in my mind

Time is talking to itself out here
If you listen closely it will breathe into your ear
"We all fold back into the flow, in that there is no fear"
That's what Time is whispering
Talking to itself out here

There's something about a nightfall up here in these hills alone
Like fingers walking down your spine send shivers to the bone
Magic slowly gathers as the evening shadows grow
Flowers fade to shades of grey, strange eyes begin to glow

Time is talking to itself out here
If you listen closely it will breathe into your ear
"We all fold back into the flow, in that there is no fear"
That's what Time is whispering
Talking to itself out here

Just above the snow line there's a secret place I know
Ancient shells washed up from oceans vanished long ago
Now they've turned to crystal, they glitter in the sun
Far below in limestone caverns hidden rivers run

Time is talking to itself out here
If you listen closely it will breathe into your ear
"We all fold back into the flow, in that there is no fear"
That's what Time is whispering
Talking to itself out here