Loss Of Hope
Cold cracks from far sound
Lay doubt of win
Tight silver lines
Draw wicked grin
He conducts the false notes
Makes bright sharps of flat tones
On wings of this silence
His hope flies, his hope flies
Dry days of waiting
Waste drops of might
Cold cracks of far sound
Obstruct the light
His past haunts his silence
Its sharps are all flattened
Under path of hope’s fly
It’s silence, it’s silence
Walks on through the forest of the bold trees
Cowers, while they crack a smile he did hear
Moves on, reaches boundaries of a dead wish
Sings out loss of hope when hangman ties his tie
He conducts the false notes
Makes bright sharps of flat tones
Under path of hope’s fly
It’s silence, it’s silence
Walks on through the forest of the bold trees
Cowers, while they crack a smile he did hear
Moves on, reaches boundaries of a dead wish
Sings out loss of hope when hangman ties his tie |
