Crimson - A. G. Cook

Crimson and cold

The way the story was told

Heavy rain, was it away again

Crimson clover

Oh, hey, my hopes, but it’s over

Close the gate, watch it decay, again

Look around, a light is found

A drop, a sound

My eyes fade out

Oh, finally, you’re hand on my heart

Divided parts, a piece gone dark, ooh ah

Hold me down

Live for a day, wash it away again