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crowsPlease, please forgive me. But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll wake up, barely conscious you'll say to no one...
Isn't something missing?
You won't cry for my absense, I know. You forgot me long ago.
Yes, lyrics.
I feel the pull of the autumn sea, and I will find a way.
I will find a way to go to you, my love, my love...
"Though I'd die to know you love me."
What is this I am craving? It's a deep burried lust, something old and drowned in dust. I dive into a rusty sky, swallowed by the spreading darkness of my season. An oxidized essense, a cry to one untouchable. Encased within a wall of stone, over which I have flown, and dropped my voice within. Echo. Echo. Echo. That is all he will remember.
Isn't something missing?
You won't cry for my absense, I know. You forgot me long ago.
Yes, lyrics.
I feel the pull of the autumn sea, and I will find a way.
I will find a way to go to you, my love, my love...
"Though I'd die to know you love me."
What is this I am craving? It's a deep burried lust, something old and drowned in dust. I dive into a rusty sky, swallowed by the spreading darkness of my season. An oxidized essense, a cry to one untouchable. Encased within a wall of stone, over which I have flown, and dropped my voice within. Echo. Echo. Echo. That is all he will remember.