The Bleeding - Left Hand Solution

Trees cut the wounded sky

Of autumn it hangs dead

Clouded in silver

Of autumn it hangs dead

Like a voice from within begging me to stay

The same as the one telling me to get away

Deep in my heartache

Scattered like leaves lies love?

s light

Gather me up

And hold me through the night

Like a voice from within begging me to stay

The same as the one telling me to get away

Your beauty is a wound in me

Serene in virginity