Night Flowers - Embers Lyrics
The kiss of the darkPaid to rivers yearnEnough saidEnough saidSomething's too oldI don't look at allEnough dreamEnough hereEnough ashes spilled downHad to talk to skip townThe high end of the manHow you feel on the crownLooking furtherIf hell leads somewhereCan I dream, can I begJust like summerI miss where it is goneOn my own, I feltSuch a complete *****ing lieOh, every timeBut I was waiting on a signAnd the moon at it's crest twistsOh, who am I to winFar away, who am I to winWho am I to winSo little compared to them