Landscapes - Cemetary

Текст песни

I captured slow life and know it well
Like the back of my broken hands
We accept our solace cloaked
As friendship gripped by time
And modern man
A liar holds a fractured posture
That says it best when nothing at all
Graced in patience and blessed with fear
Scratching at my door
I can feel there’s movement
After fading grey and silence pass
Like a shadow losing contrast
As the night crawls over last
But life is surrounded by flowers in bloom
Slowly dying
Age is cursed and I’m trapped in a dark oak casket
Driven by a hearse
My eyes are filled with the years of regret
I can’t take back