I breathe in these tattered woes The autumn scent of a thousand scattered souls Painted memories I trace the line etched in scars Faded memories and jaded hearts
I mourn their time here and harvest arrives The gathered bundles in coming winds Their time here is through Into the flames to be consumed
The colours change, the light becomes the dark Sun washed now fades to a yellow hue Much like time has come for them With handfuls of earth I gather the leaves
Despite the fertile soil below These leaves have no means for life They can only be how they were designed A blanket to the dampened ground A safe place for the insects and bones
They can only be how they were designed
A veil to the earth below A veil to the earth below A veil to the earth below A veil to the earth below
I breathe these tattered woes The autumn scent of a thousand scattered souls Painted memories I trace the line etched in scars Faded memories and jaded hearts
The fires are lit, night is now drawing in We've settled down to try and warm ourselves Everything is dying now, only to be reborn But now we must wait, the seasons can't be rushed
They flutter down like angels who've lost their wings Does that mean that the hell is the ground on which we are standing?
The colours change, the light becomes the dark Sun washed now fades to a yellow hue Much like time has become for them With handfuls of earth I gather the leavesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
