Interpret:

Amorphis

Album:

Silent Waters

Still searching for my way, the right way to be 
still pondering what I've done 
I'm still thinking what I've said, still finding from within 
and all that I know is still not enough 


I'm being held by the one 
shadow tormenting my soul 
the curving neck of a swan 
the slow turning of a birds head 


So white its plumes and feathers 
itse breast like the moon in water 
silent and tranquil it moves 
on the river in the calm 


I wander back on familiar roads 
I sense the marks I left on the hills 
I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds 
they make me muse on life 


Up the hill and the mountain 
I look back, I look down 
there flows the River of Death 
and here the wind in my hair