Exeunt کے بول

I was all alone We were young, you were like wine Heady as the fog rolling in o'er the hillside Lovely as the song in the air as the wind blows Opiate as the cold of the frost on the windows Lo, the rose is gone from my eyes, so deceiving So, my little dove, I'm afraid I am leaving Now, I am not the fool I was when I was younger Crocodile eyes I have seen how you hunger Fluttering your lashes like ashes and embers Warm and bright as fire, devouring timber No, I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving So, my love, I'm sorry, but still I am leaving Even when you hunt me with ire, relentless Batter down my door when you find me defenseless I will not abide all your raging and reaving I have set my mind and my will, I am leaving