Paroles: Tea Party. The Edges Of Twilight. Correspondences.

Hope springs to life charmed by approaching listlessness to grasp the open emptiness hands reaching out leading me down... faced with hope and countenance and this goodbye souls slip away leading me down... to bask in glowing radiance as we run from the sun and we harbour the lies and we leave things undone as we cover our eyes does it tear you apart my love does it tear you apart my love it tears me apart charmed by this light this sombre guidance in her eyes rage would entice and final moments would arise leading me down... does it tear you apart my love it tears me apart does it tear you apart my love