The one that you love
the one that will hurt
Sister's gone, a crown of red, you said, I missed,
Everyone walks alone, we don't care
Here we are
We
Father now, listen close
you have become another ghost, just
On your own, come back
give a call, contact
so
Keep hoarding all your ghosts in fortresses
it's only rain
Reach the arms a tree at night
burnt and black
Common places, haunted past
with all the woods now gone
Cold hunters knife
washed in a silver rain
washed in
Cold in this soil
and longing for your embrace
growing
