Текст песни Pale Days

In the garden I say your name thrice There's only silence Pale days are swallowing me Not a savior To lend me a hand Empty within Empty without Entering the void Love left unspoken Sleep feels like a plain image of death In autumn breeze moments of bliss Never return We were never prepared of anything at all Nothing Pale days Pale days Childhood Turn to dust Pale days Roses on your throat