This is an ode to my greatest influences in lyrics writing, AFI. |
The flowers turned to gray By me Wilting so delicately Sang, “I can remember when they found me.” A cringe in the feeling Of those words That brought the death to me They were supplied by you…. A mute, dead morning, Flew by… Alone as it found me… Said, “I couldn’t miss it…for you…dear…” A flower of crushing Of those souls That came to life in me They were destroyed by you… They were destroyed by you... As I tried to find The darkness in the gray I left before When I looked inside To find The darkness in your eyes I felt the cold But you said, “One last time…” A chilling cold mourning By you Dead as the eternal sleep Sang, “I can remember when they found me…” A flower of haunting Of those ghosts Of avid mystery It was hidden by you... Hidden by you... As I tried to find The darkness in the gray I left before When I looked inside To find The darkness in your eyes I felt the cold But you said, And as the thorns slept I bleed black And as the stars wept I'll be back Hold my hand tight and click your heels twice Call yourself home and give me my heart Silver and cold at touch Silver and cold at touch Will you hold me close? x2 Silver and cold at touch (I've been sinking so slow) Silver and cold at touch (I've breathed in deep blue) Can you pull me up? x2 The flowers turned to gray By me Wilting so delicately Sang, “I can remember when they found me.” |