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When the end of the day comes
and the birds are silenced
I want to stand with you,
hand in hand
and watch as the will comes crashing down.
I’d like to find the way
and lead you
to where the flowers grow up
and the rain falls down
The only way is down now,
and all the times you frown
I find myself in a shimmery haze staring
as the ground swirls round and the light begins to fade.
As the dissipation is there
I see the way we were
and can’t help but wonder
where it all went wrong
Why is it that the sky hath breath
but the earth still suffocates?
Why are the stars crying in the above?
The tears that flow down bring nothing
but the cold realisation
that everything is a lie
and the only truth is death
And when the forest falls
and leaves the scars open
nothing but nothing
will weep from the wound
I’ve bled dry,
there’s nothing more to burn
and the feelings gone.
All we have now is the end,
the one final cleansing that the fires will bring.
It’s the only way out, it’s the devils hands at work.
and the birds are silenced
I want to stand with you,
hand in hand
and watch as the will comes crashing down.
I’d like to find the way
and lead you
to where the flowers grow up
and the rain falls down
The only way is down now,
and all the times you frown
I find myself in a shimmery haze staring
as the ground swirls round and the light begins to fade.
As the dissipation is there
I see the way we were
and can’t help but wonder
where it all went wrong
Why is it that the sky hath breath
but the earth still suffocates?
Why are the stars crying in the above?
The tears that flow down bring nothing
but the cold realisation
that everything is a lie
and the only truth is death
And when the forest falls
and leaves the scars open
nothing but nothing
will weep from the wound
I’ve bled dry,
there’s nothing more to burn
and the feelings gone.
All we have now is the end,
the one final cleansing that the fires will bring.
It’s the only way out, it’s the devils hands at work.
Well remind me never to read one of your depressing ones.
Asher D wrote:
> Very, erm, cheerful.
Sadly this is one of my more happy ramblings.
> Very, erm, cheerful.
Sadly this is one of my more happy ramblings.
Very, erm, cheerful.
When the end of the day comes
and the birds are silenced
I want to stand with you,
hand in hand
and watch as the will comes crashing down.
I’d like to find the way
and lead you
to where the flowers grow up
and the rain falls down
The only way is down now,
and all the times you frown
I find myself in a shimmery haze staring
as the ground swirls round and the light begins to fade.
As the dissipation is there
I see the way we were
and can’t help but wonder
where it all went wrong
Why is it that the sky hath breath
but the earth still suffocates?
Why are the stars crying in the above?
The tears that flow down bring nothing
but the cold realisation
that everything is a lie
and the only truth is death
And when the forest falls
and leaves the scars open
nothing but nothing
will weep from the wound
I’ve bled dry,
there’s nothing more to burn
and the feelings gone.
All we have now is the end,
the one final cleansing that the fires will bring.
It’s the only way out, it’s the devils hands at work.
and the birds are silenced
I want to stand with you,
hand in hand
and watch as the will comes crashing down.
I’d like to find the way
and lead you
to where the flowers grow up
and the rain falls down
The only way is down now,
and all the times you frown
I find myself in a shimmery haze staring
as the ground swirls round and the light begins to fade.
As the dissipation is there
I see the way we were
and can’t help but wonder
where it all went wrong
Why is it that the sky hath breath
but the earth still suffocates?
Why are the stars crying in the above?
The tears that flow down bring nothing
but the cold realisation
that everything is a lie
and the only truth is death
And when the forest falls
and leaves the scars open
nothing but nothing
will weep from the wound
I’ve bled dry,
there’s nothing more to burn
and the feelings gone.
All we have now is the end,
the one final cleansing that the fires will bring.
It’s the only way out, it’s the devils hands at work.