Rigor Mortis

Cold and alone in the vinyard he lies
stained and all broken the nightingale dies
Looking from your window
i can see the snow
freezing cold
Grinding to a halt
on stonecold gravel
freeze alone

Turning away from the wasted hours
turning away from the wasted years



Credits
Writer(s): Chrismar Chayell, Marc Ickx
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