the sands of waste raced through my fingers on the stone The sh...
and I m feeling fading falling to ground these hands antic...
November i don t think that i can feel you anymore time was...
the cold dissapears the world moves seamlessly ...
I m breaking windows in the hollows of yo...
all speaking tounges and backwards voices fad...
closing time the table turned pages fa...
from a distance I see this cynical world has come to...
she s holding on with shaking hands the secr...
your silver glimmer haunts me chasing sundogs in the sky I ...
I wake into the day upon the dawn of apathy he...
and there s a shadow beneath the sun and shadows in the valle...
is your skin a nervous wreck whatever shape it s in and thi...
this darkening winter blows across my aching heart my streng...
across the children close beyond the faces w...
this feeling is fading this promise lied this soul ...
I m breaking windows in the hollows of your eyes slip ins...
your silver glimmer haunts me chasing sundogs...
the sands of waste raced throug...
and this is how it begins it seems to me it seems to be...
in the dark of night I watch the shadows loom the entity wai...
and every night it begins again asleep in your eyes...
cold distant light in this stale instant I might believe I...
In the southern sky the rains come down to kiss you...
I remember all along the way the year the ...
From the riverbed watching over shallow sea comes the one ...
I m walking in your shadow beyond your aching...
so silently they come so driven to the land so lo...
only sometimes sits in an empty...
This fear descends on me Believer torn in disguise beyond...
falling off the back side of the edge of a reason i can t ...
the visitor awakens surface in your dream one slip beneath y...
I am the circus of pain swimming in the undertow s...
these echoes play across her footsteps...
the searchlight burns a shade of blue across her eyes she draw...
and there s a shadow beneath the sun and shadows in t...
drifting into shore among the driftwood in the r...
In the fading candlelight we move as w...
old as time at the edge of the achi...
it seems so hard to find it the window in the wall is the bre...
these echoes play across her footsteps in the undertow fading ...
