Hearts Into Museums

The history is gone
The plague of our time
Giving wings to children
In the heavy presence of oceans

Letters from death row
Hummed in songs bygone
Farewells reach back the centuries
Now humble by death

And came the great end
When things were just beginning
Youth peeked through the skin
In animal spirit
And in covert longing

I carve my name to the last tree
To mark my final territory
The count of days for symmetry

I carve my name to the last tree
To mark my final territory
And the universe is solitary

The history is gone
The plague of our time
Giving wings to children
In the heavy presence of oceans

Letters from death row
Hummed in songs bygone
Farewells reach back the centuries
Now humble by death

And came the great end
When things were just beginning
Youth peeked through the skin
In animal spirit
And in covert longing

I carve my name to the last tree
To mark my final territory
The count of days for symmetry

I carve my name to the last tree
To mark my final territory
And the universe is solitary

I carve my name to the last tree
To mark my final territory
The count of days for symmetry

I carve my name to the last tree
To mark my final territory
And the universe is solitary



Credits
Writer(s): Valtteri Heikkinen, Kalle Eerikki Ruumensaari, Tapio Tommi Korhonen, Tero Piltonen, Ville Artturi Ruumensaari, Sipo Junttila
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