Deep it must have been The thorn that spread a veil of constancy Times in stalemate, times of certitude Again and again this wound It's these moments When the comfort of the bygone And the light of long gone days Enchant me with their hollow songs And grasp for me with their stone-cold hands.
A new morning Another past coming along struggling on way too close, way too far today I do remember the bitter tears of fall we shed on a day like this
And both we know that you knew pain would grow through you But we pretended soils would flourish from the time we turn our backs.
Saw your eyes in amber leaves Heard your weeping in repose Drank your tears with the water followed your footmarks in the moss. It's these moments When the comfort of the bygone And the light of long gone days Enchant me with their hollow songs befool me with a sham appeal
And both we know that you knew pain would grow through you But we pretended soils would flourish from the time we turn our backs.