كلمات Centralia

I offer myself to you I am a broken thing A cardinal with severed wing A dim morning to hide my face Though I am a sunderer Geist in eternal grace Heir to a crippled crown My little elysium God how I've let you down Let me fall Through the ground Where you fell Back to you We burn like Centralia Lost in the ash below Hoping to find a home So far may you run from me The cities with living leaves No fire to fear beneath Let me fall Through the ground Where you fell Back to you Let me fall Through the ground Where you fell Back to you