Winter's Song
from Spectres by Lost Children
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lyrics
Cold Rain is falling down
Drowns all the weeds and the flowers.
Rushes underground
Clears away the trash in the gutter
Hear the bells they sing out
Signaling the death of an hour.
I close the latch and run down,
Meet night's breath hopeless and sour.
Out to the street now, I
take the B48 downtown.
Wait on the steps, alone
but she's never coming home...
is she?
The leaves are falling from the trees
A shadow covers Himrod street
A frozen body sinking down
With winter song's still crying out
Now sheets of mirrored ice,
Are shimmering in the street lamp's light.
I wander through the night
Seeing through unfamiliar eyes
The leaves are falling from the trees
A shadows covers Himrod street
A frozen body sinking down
With winter song's still crying out
Maybe hidden still,
At the bottom of some culvert
Pockets lined with stones,
and lungs with icy water,
Could the thawing of the springtime possibly uncover,
The path which last you took,
and more, what made you wander?
Or will there never be an end?
Yes, blood runs down the feathers!
Euphoria! Ephemeral inamorata!
Drowns all the weeds and the flowers.
Rushes underground
Clears away the trash in the gutter
Hear the bells they sing out
Signaling the death of an hour.
I close the latch and run down,
Meet night's breath hopeless and sour.
Out to the street now, I
take the B48 downtown.
Wait on the steps, alone
but she's never coming home...
is she?
The leaves are falling from the trees
A shadow covers Himrod street
A frozen body sinking down
With winter song's still crying out
Now sheets of mirrored ice,
Are shimmering in the street lamp's light.
I wander through the night
Seeing through unfamiliar eyes
The leaves are falling from the trees
A shadows covers Himrod street
A frozen body sinking down
With winter song's still crying out
Maybe hidden still,
At the bottom of some culvert
Pockets lined with stones,
and lungs with icy water,
Could the thawing of the springtime possibly uncover,
The path which last you took,
and more, what made you wander?
Or will there never be an end?
Yes, blood runs down the feathers!
Euphoria! Ephemeral inamorata!
credits
from Spectres,
released October 31, 2017
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Sep 2015