Echo of a Waning Star - King Buffalo

Here a star falls down

Drifting slowly to the ground

Calloused fingers stained with rust

Heavy with ash and dust

Evening sky looks down

Shadows crawling to the ground

Weary fingers worn to the bone

Harrowed by distant throne

Marching over the barren fields

Bound by shackles of iron and steel

No salvation for wandering eyes

Toiling on the line

Withering on the vine

Here a star falls down

Drifting slowly into the ground

Calloused fingers chained to the stone

Praying for morning sun