Grey Skies Black - Bella Morte

I have seen the fall

I have felt the biting cold

I have seen the seasons change

Life’s a bitter song

Singing sadness to the wind

What blooms today will soon be dead

Grey skies above

Grey skies above

When there’s nothing left to lose

We will find out who we are

There’s no more looking back

No more grey skies black

Youth in pictures old

Reminds me of the ones I’ve lost

Their ageless faces never change

But the rain will come

One final storm without an end

One final glance at those I’ve loved

Grey skies above

Grey skies above

When there’s nothing left to lose

We will find out who we are

There’s no more looking back

No more grey skies black