Из альбома: Pass the Flask
Somewhere between the frozen layers sleeps a fragile woman
Waiting for her husband to remove the shards of glass
The sun betrays the light that it once shed
And daughter cuts the hair
Tangled in a silver brush
Spitting at a broken mirror
I feel the movement of ghosts in the room
She keeps a photograph locked in her mouth
The smell of turpentine drips from the walls
Forgive and forget
Relive and regret
You're not alone
I've seen the dead arise
The ice will someday thaw and she will wait no more