by the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
the face of melinda neath blackened hair
no joy would flicker in her eyes
brooding sadness came to a rise
words would falter to atone
failure had passed the stepping stone
she had sworn her vows to another (daha fazla…)

I am awaiting the sunrise
Gazing modestly through the coldest morning
Once it came you lied
Embracing us over autumn’s proud treetops

I stand motionless
In a parade of falling rain
You voice I cannot hear
As I am falling again
(daha fazla…)

In the corner beside my window
There hangs a lonely photograph
There is no reason
I’d never notice
A memory that could hold me back

There is a wound that’s always bleeding
There is a road I’m always walking
And I know you’ll never return to this place
(daha fazla…)