Trees Cut The Wounded Sky

Of Autumn It Hangs Dead

Clouded In Silver

Of Autumn It Hangs Dead

Like A Voice From Within Begging Me To Stay

The Same As The One Telling Me To Get Away

Deep In My Heartache

Scattered Like Leaves Lies Love?s Light

Gather Me Up

And Hold Me Through The Night

Like A Voice From Within Begging Me To Stay

The Same As The One Telling Me To Get Away

Your Beauty Is A Wound In Me

Serene In Virginity