Unfolding and Fading - The Autumns

Tripping

Under the acid rain

Our shrivled skin

Asunders empty pain

I’m swallowed in these fears

I curse my fallen tears

The better cure for weeping

What sweeter eyes could forever keep me?

Keeping

Inside a sad goodbye

I’ll never know

And with a tinsel sigh

You love to show your hold

And love to flaunt your gold

I curse my fallen tears

The better cure for weeping

As my frail heart bleeds

I feel the moonlight breathe

A taste of heaven’s kiss

Sweet morning mist