Before you left us Jaded and gaunt, some SeptemberWilted with seasons hidden inside the delusion I saw your eyes, somewhere Devoid of death The aura poises amidst the storm In solid tears I lingerA parlor glade, moonlit sorrow Lonely cesspools Relics of the moon-dogged lake Whisper, "All your words are misgiven" Am I like them? Those who mourn and turn away Those who would give anything to see you again If only for another second Your face was like the photograph Painted white, we didn't speak very often about it What does it matter now? What does it matter now? Cloak of autumn shroud I gaze, dim ricochet of stars I reckon it is time for me to leave You sleep in the light Yet the night and the silent water Still so dark
Before you left us Jaded and gaunt, some SeptemberWilted with seasons hidden inside the delusion I saw your eyes, somewhere Devoid of death The aura poises amidst the storm In solid tears I lingerA parlor glade, moonlit sorrow Lonely cesspools Relics of the moon-dogged lake Whisper, "All your words are misgiven" Am I like them? Those who mourn and turn away Those who would give anything to see you again If only for another second Your face was like the photograph Painted white, we didn't speak very often about it What does it matter now? What does it matter now? Cloak of autumn shroud I gaze, dim ricochet of stars I reckon it is time for me to leave You sleep in the light Yet the night and the silent water Still so dark
