Aftermath

They found us
Ghosts wait where the angels used to play

High on the aura
And the ashes taste like home

A landscape of lost
The remains of things gone
The air fills these lungs
Burns like it cuts

Blood in the smile
Scars on these hands

Winter's death comes in cold
Summer becomes a story told

Colors stay as memories
In the backs of minds gone gray

The sky is falling down
Sinking all creation into the ground

Conclusion is miles away
Revolving in our dreams

I don't know my own name anymore
I never knew my place anyway

Home is nowhere that I lay
I am fading in this place
Home is nowhere that I lay
I am fading in this place



Credits
Writer(s): Philipp Milner, Eva Milner
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