كلمات Persephone

Persephone and the lord of the dead Do we all go down for a season The creatures that we see The images we collect You can’t bring them into the spring sun I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man I dig into the folds of my mind Scavenging the cracks sometimes for answers But hope is not, as I have come to find Something that you understand, but a trust and I I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man When I was young I thought I would become Someone different than who I find myself to be But in my weakness I’ve come to believe Who I am is greater than the man of who I once dreamed I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man I don’t want to dance anymore with dark nostalgia I don’t want to hold hands with the dreams of a dead man