Not found on pages of black and white
This is an ashen chapter of dusty eyes
In these thin lines we are grey
Seen so many angels fall from grace
We watched their pulses fade away
From this far-away station we watch the trains
A broken record skips in repeat
Stabbed five times backwards before defeat
This is a dirge in decay after you have gone away
In the end they will sing this elegy
In the distance down the drain
We lost the tickets to board the train
But these abandoned letters still remain
Filled with inkblots and disdain
Blackout respirator memories
Sway throughout this reddened sea
Twisting all of the surface patterns
It hollows. It hollows me
This is a dirge in decay after you have gone away
In the end they will sing this elegy
This is a dirge in decay after you have gone away
But in the end they will sing this elegy
This is a lament of chalk outlines
This is a lament of chalk outlines
This is a lament of chalk outlines
This is a lament of chalk outlines
This is a lament of chalk outlines
Underneath the growing leaves beyond the stretch of clouds
You see the rain dissipate asking why and how
The flowers in the mourning mist squint their weary eyes
Waking up is not real. Let go to hold the sky
Standing close to the edge, he played Russian roulette
In this devastation our eyes are smeared and wet
Reflections scarred on our hearts from this garden torn
In remembrance of these past times gone all we can do is mourn