Way
On its black spit the sun still turns
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
On its black spit the sun still turns
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
These hours are shaped from beaten bronze
A noonday carving summer's sweat
As blazing air digests its song
The hours are shaped
So swallows stitch their silhouettes
Across a light that lingers long
But know that they will soon forget
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
These hours are shaped from beaten bronze
A noonday carving summer's sweat
As blazing air digests its song
The hours are shaped
So swallows stitch their silhouettes
Across a light that lingers long
But know that they will soon forget
Will meadow minds keep marching on
When ash returns to claim its bet?
We sense the other path is gone
The hours are shaped
Will meadow minds keep marching on
When ash returns to claim its bet?
We sense the other path is gone
The hours are shaped
On its black spit the sun still turns
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
On its black spit the sun still turns
On its black spit the sun still fucking turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
On its black spit the sun still turns
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
These hours are shaped from beaten bronze
A noonday carving summer's sweat
As blazing air digests its song
The hours are shaped
So swallows stitch their silhouettes
Across a light that lingers long
But know that they will soon forget
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
These hours are shaped from beaten bronze
A noonday carving summer's sweat
As blazing air digests its song
The hours are shaped
So swallows stitch their silhouettes
Across a light that lingers long
But know that they will soon forget
Will meadow minds keep marching on
When ash returns to claim its bet?
We sense the other path is gone
The hours are shaped
Will meadow minds keep marching on
When ash returns to claim its bet?
We sense the other path is gone
The hours are shaped
On its black spit the sun still turns
On its black spit the sun still turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
On its black spit the sun still turns
On its black spit the sun still fucking turns
All seen will winter
All seen will winter
The light is angels burning
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