Bone grey clouds are ahead of me,
phantoms hang on;
leading me down storms ashes;
lain down as smoke for the dawn;
lain down for my dreams,
it's all smoke; my hopes,
phantoms hang on; climbing to the sky...
my dreams, my hopes, my prayers,
I'm dead on this borderline; too dead to care,
where do we go inside of fallen bones?
the fall in every season just grows;
swept to the wind by phantoms,
broken hearts just move on;
just an average day at being human,
my eyes are smoke for the dawn;
I don't need to be; gone inside of a dream,
life's not fair; give me a world that cares;
but my reasons are better left behind in the dark;
but they're footsteps left behind in the heart;
disappearing into the sand from the start,
I'm only mistaken for my demons,
where do I go by what I'm seeing?
where do fallen angles go for their faith?
where do demons go for grace?
because in the end; broken hearts move on;
just another way for angels to bend,
careless whispers are in the wind;
falling as a feather to the stream,
my bones don't break as I fall.
