| The silver line in the melted sky
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| Sways its coldness next to me
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| Back and forth never asking me why
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| The heavy air is closing in
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| The smell of desperation’s floating by
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| Leaving darkness to hold me
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| Round and round the silent silver line
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| Closing in distressing me
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| In a war of clarifying northern lights are dying
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| Drip drop the tears are falling
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| The missing color line, there’s something so clandestine
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| Drip drop the sky is falling
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| Sealing the gates for thousands of years
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| Making silver ashes faded
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| Guarding all hope from endless fears
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| Watering the empty shell for nothing
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| This time the last word is loneliness
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| Dying colors of the northern sky
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| Almost nothing to be seen
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| Up and down the comets drifting by
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| The air is heavy to breathe
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| The fading line of melted minds
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| Grieving darkness holds me
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| Back and forth, never asking me why
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| The world is dead to me
|
| In a war of clarifying northern lights are dying
|
| Drip drop the tears are falling
|
| The missing color line, there’s something so clandestine
|
| Drip drop the sky is falling
|
| Sealing the gates for thousands of years
|
| Making silver ashes faded
|
| Guarding all hope from endless fears
|
| Watering the empty shell for nothing
|
| This time the last word is loneliness
|
| In a war of clarifying northern lights are dying
|
| Drip drop the tears are falling
|
| The missing color line, there’s something so clandestine
|
| Drip drop the sky is falling
|
| Sealing the gates for thousands of years
|
| Making silver ashes faded
|
| Guarding all hope from endless fears
|
| Watering the empty shell for nothing
|
| This time the last word is loneliness |