Ashes or butterflies?
Who knows? I’m not sure.
I cant tell the difference anymore.
Somewhere across a misty, black sea,
Revolution is breaking at dawn
But in this safe little cage of mine,
Time just seems to slowly roll on
Forever In Summer
Something tells me
The summer has just begun
So why is it that I feel
Like it has already gone?
And So The Robin Keeps Its Distance
Gossamer threads may break to the touch,
But they seem to linger on your skin
Somehow the blood of the past winter
Seeps through the walls as they cave in
Killing Me Slowly
Breathing ancient words
I remember they're yours
Pleasant and fake
I will never want to think think again