Come my love
Kick the line
Afield lies nothing but squalor to turn on
A song asale
Should have said so much
Makes it harder
The more you love
Gladdening eyes
Through slur
Emerge crucified
So frail
Should have said so much
Makes it harder
The more you love
A song asale
Sold heart
Should have said so much
Makes it harder
The more you love
A song asale
For the good has bled to dust
Departed
The morning sun