Album: Songs for the Withering
it was ll in the rain
it was in her eyes
tears dropped in anguish and distress
in the nerves of pain was boiling the warmth of grace
we run against the tide
severed with the losses of logic
love left me unimpressed
i keep on walking the path of tragedy
let me attend let me represent
my muse lays dead down on the brimstone row
wounded night let your children descend
arteries cut, now let the inspirations flow
we run against the tide
severed with the losses of logic
love left me unimpressed
i keep on walking the path of tragedy
before the last breath -inhale
before the final death -exhale
can you live with the lie and still keep your faith?
did you think you could fly without any damage done?
you can't beat the burden of the lonely so you'd open the gate?
find yourself relevant in the world that is gone?
did you think you could fly without any damage done?
rain runs its tracks to the ground in which you'll eternally dwell
"angels they never existed
my belief is not enough twisted
to hold up such religious characters
what were you thinking of?"
[Timothy Findley]
a great stone by the tree details carved
no candlelight beside
for frozen rains look'd after that its fire would starve
like the blaze she died
no more run against the tide
only the grandeur of abiding
she keeps on lying beneath the trails of rain
lifeless silent