Trees cut the wounded sky

Of autumn it hangs dead

Clouded in silver

Of autumn it hangs dead



Like a voice from within begging me to stay

The same as the one telling me to get away



Deep in my heartache

Scattered like leaves lies love?s light

Gather me up

And hold me through the night



Like a voice from within begging me to stay

The same as the one telling me to get away



Your beauty is a wound in me

Serene in virginity