كلمات Flood

Courts of time will keep us lost & all we’ll know is that somehow We’ll meet where the grasslands touch the moonlit night I’ll follow the fires, you follow the lights Dressed in black the days will pass & with your grief the years unwind Counting on the oldest to find the furthest blue Buried in the winter, frozen beside you While all the warmth we know will try to fade into the flood, alone We’ll both hold onto the same ending, as we let go