Fading falling Slow winds breaking soundscapes And waves of velvet sweeping Into me You moved all that was in my world And showed me all the new colours In my universe where storms run Falling, falling, falling, fall into me I hear echoes of my speech And I see shadows of my walk I feel the past I always look backwards Fighting, floating Tasting blood in my mouth Ancient damp painting ruins Feel the rising chill I listened to the sound of your airs We're watching stone saints fall over While the black crows will be taking to the sky Falling, falling, falling, fall into me I hear echoes of my speech And I see shadows of my walk I feel the past I always look backwards My heart is drifting through all shades of green My head is thinking through meadows of the sea Lonely as I am Expanding the scene where I've never (ever) been A promise at last to call back the past To finish off with you - I'm finishing off with you Sliding down
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