From the recording 3

Lyrics

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There are leaves on the path
There is blood on my hands
This fall’s never ending
The winter just won't begin

There's steam from the hollow
There's still breath on the air
This picture you've captured
It is held with such care

This collection of colors
Are haunting and they feed despair
You left without notice
I can still feel your icy stare

There are waves on the shoreline
There could be warmth if you held my hand
But this Living room is empty
The weight of the silence I can't bear