Deep it must have been

The thorn that spread a veil of constancy

Times in stalemate, times of certitude

Again and again this wound

It's these moments

When the comfort of the bygone

And the light of long gone days

Enchant me with their hollow songs

And grasp for me with their stone-cold hands.



A new morning

Another past coming along

struggling on way too close, way too far

today I do remember

the bitter tears of fall we shed on a day like this



And both we know that you knew

pain would grow through you

But we pretended soils would flourish

from the time we turn our backs.



Saw your eyes in amber leaves

Heard your weeping in repose

Drank your tears with the water

followed your footmarks in the moss.

It's these moments

When the comfort of the bygone

And the light of long gone days

Enchant me with their hollow songs

befool me with a sham appeal



And both we know that you knew

pain would grow through you

But we pretended soils would flourish

from the time we turn our backs.