Music
Broken dreams, shade of whispers and grief
Grey ashes forgiven sins, it's all in her animal eye
Dirty snow on body of hers, whose hand is still around my neck
Still cries hanging in the trees, I do my condiment to them
Dirty snow on body of hers, whose hand is still around my neck
Fear is black all day, eyes is the tide
Fear and no pain, rise is the tide, in the world's eye
Tide
Tide
In the world's eye
Trails at night, followed by her scent, waited closer
Cut in sound of pain, trails at night, followed by her scent
Plays get closer, cut in sound of pain
Trails at night, followed by her scent
If one night is night and the hundredth day
If one night is autumn and the hundredth rain
If one night is night and the hundredth day
If one night is night and the hundredth day
If one night is night and the hundredth day
If one night is night and the hundredth day
If one night is night and the hundredth day
