Summer's gone and love has withered. I believe in nothing yet nothing is what it seems. All is gone and promises slithered. You have me nothing yet nothing is what it seems.
There is a light that hits the gloom around. Shows the footprints round this grave. Dried up roses scattered on the mound. Honoring the one engraved. .
Returned from a hibernal dream. Voices fell like marble. No longer by my side. Gone all that would linger. . Ripped from my embrace. Melinda reflected in shafts.
Show me a sign of troubles in your heart. Spare me your lies and tell me that you're mine. . And our bodies float on the river. To the oceans of demise.
Into the trees. Past meadow grounds. And further away from my home. Baying behind me. I hear the hounds. Flock's chasing to find me alone. . A trail of sickness.
Unchain the colours before my eyes,. Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.. Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,. I shall return from out of fire..
I, lost all I had (one April day). I, turned to my friends (nothing to see). I, wrote down a name (and read it twice). I, wallow in shame. . I, said that I love (eternal skis).
Without you I cannot confide in anything. The hope is pale designed in light of dreams you bring. Summer's gone, the day is done soon comes the night.
Without you I cannot confide in anything. The hope is pale designed in light of dreams you bring. Summer's gone, the day is done soon comes the night.
Hope would fail me in the falling snow. And slake a wish inside. . Friends would leave me in my darkest hour. Yet trust me with their lives. . She would haunt my dreams and feed my demons.
The sigh of summer upon my return. Fifteen alike since I was here. Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail. Snuffing the first morning rays. . Weary from what might have been ages.
I arose from the lullaby. Enduring yet another tale. You tempt me again. With your embrace, so tainted. Within the night you beckon. Cursing me with every glance.
Kept warm by the light of the lantern. Lost sight of everything tonight. My presence blackens their pattern. A pock in the healthy and calm. . Their scorn behind your back.
There is a voice calling for me. There is a light coming down on me. There is a doubt that is clearing. There is a day that is dawning. . There is a wound that is healing.
You are sleeping unhampered by guilt. Comes the morning you shut down. The devil's breath is a disease on your lips. Reaching out for your loss. You prey on your flock.