| When the winter was over
|
| She returned there to find him
|
| And her memories filled her with light
|
| She remembered the beauty
|
| She remembered desires
|
| And her memories filled her with light
|
| I am the sun in the flame
|
| Cold from the flame turns away
|
| And in these winds came a change
|
| She awakes…
|
| Sister walk through these fields of delight
|
| But i want you to know
|
| Desperation’s the tenderest trap
|
| So gently you go
|
| What will it take
|
| Sister awake
|
| When this beutiful cult of desire
|
| Has left you for dead
|
| Isolation will cradle the lies
|
| Of things left unsaid |