Letra de The Bronzing Process

Shaken from a hard dream- a gasp! Woke into a world so cold, unseen. The smoke lingers on the sheets leaving an outline of your body. There is a snow of your ashes, a winter in our room. I cannot abstain while the cinders remain. Tonight I will go over the stars. Take my hand, I'll show you where the roses fell. We'll fly over the stars like cinders falling.