Из альбома: After The Garden
Running slow like cold engines do
On the hills of bleak mornings through
Streets are ready to explode, but i won't die today...
I sang of hymns that once warmed my soul
Old piano's in wood floor halls
A beauty shone was my teacher and still today...
Chorus:
I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire...
I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire...
I once caught crickets on a sunny day
A matchbox open, some got away
Their wings were flying, they were singing, we won't die today...
Chorus:
I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire...
I see your face sometimes surrounded by fire...
And you shed tears that made you feel whole
Telling lies about all you know
If you climb down from your 'sill you won't die today...
Tracing patterns all on your own
Chasing limits that'll do you harm
Your eyes will open once more and you won't die today...