Текст песни

I found another way
to dig up your remains
couldn't help myself I
fanned the flame

tangled in your tendons
and I'm lost just out of frame
mangle my intentions
deigned to take the blame

cutting through the weatherveins
I let nothing but your voice remain
even though there's nothing left
for you to say

sitting in stillness
bested by unrest
a moth fell to flame's kiss
the thought I get through this

suffocating silence
end up alone
scissor thin wings
reap what's been sewn
suffer for penance
bend at the bone
wait in the garden
weed what's been grown

sitting in stillness
bested by unrest
a moth fell to flame's kiss
the thought I get through this

born into mourning
stayed over night
slain without warning
brevity's bite
a leaky faucet
thoughts run dry
mounting weakness
empty eyes