Letras
Like a stone
I will soon be
You consume me
And with every breath
You tell me I am wrong
Once a proud king
Now a bag of bones
On a rusted iron throne
Is this love
Or emotion
A casual notion
Forms the unintended consequence of two
The rigid devotion
To this crippling compulsion
Forms an unintended consequence
In this fane
There's an aching
A silent awakening
Where second sight
Is turning night to dawn
It's unending
A continuum
Where nothing has begun
Is this love
Or emotion
A casual notion
Forms the unintended consequence of two
The rigid devotion
To this crippling compulsion
Forms an unintended consequence
So I'll be moving on
You'll see me when I'm gone
And stranger still
I've loved you all my life
And never questioned why
But I will