About the Song:First this was word for word a letter to an friend. A day later I sat down andsang the words while I played, recording it all the while, and ended up withsomething of a song. A few days later, there was this. Yes, the vocals are buried. Yes, it has other production problems.I still enjoy listening to it, especially the winding instrumental bit at the end. Everything about this song is a duality.The message of the lyrics, even line by line, has ambiguity.I didn't realize that myself until some time had passed, butthat's probably what I like most about it. Letting Go Of Meby Kevin Saturna A letter sometimes says so muchUnspoken words could never be as suchLands of summer's golden rushSeem so near but forbidden is my eager touchOnce I said "a miracle" was love "untold its power!"Yet I have souredFlights of fancy do persistas illusion calling "Face your destiny"A fool and his thoughts are never partedEven at the very endThe hour's drawing nearI can feel the icy shard clawing close now to my heart A leaf drifts listless from the treeLife is letting go of meI give my last bow to the showIn syncronicityMy habits haven't been my sinThe self-destruction was programmed inA code in ever layer that's createdAn endless mental barrier Another bird with broken wingsFallen from its nestIt tried its best It seems the point is missedIf it did indeed exist in any senseConsider it is done when the sun has come and goneAnd you're cold againEvade it not in transit thoughtThe conclusion has to beThe end of me A leaf drifts listless from the treeLife is letting go of meI give my last bow to the showIn syncronicity