"Wrapping ourselves in one hundred years of poison, Awaiting winter old, Before you I am pending what could be, This will be the change..." --Misery Signals |
Plant the black roses
Deep in the ground...
I can’t think of a way
To show you my heart...
Pushed farther down
These old rickety steps...
One on the left
Two on the right...
The sands of time
Slow to an end...
The sands of time
Slow to an end...
One on the left
Two on the right...
Staring at the ceiling
Feeling myself descend...
Something about you
Holds me tight...
I've killed you
Nothing more to you is left...
If nothing last forever.... |
Here comes the rain again |
"At times like this, When the walls close in and I can't breathe...I call your name..." |