Sour Blooms 歌词

Voices from the memories call to you My friends inside my closet tell the truth The avenue, the avenue close behind They follow you, they follow you Not your kind It's coming true, it's coming true The dream that I had last night Inside of you, they rendezvous Out of my mind Storm of mud From the sky into the seas Born of blood What to make of all these things? When the mountains overturn Clinging to the trees in flight When you see the forest burn Sour blooms the night The disarray, the disarray clean and bright It swallows you, it swallows you in pure white It's coming true, it's coming true The dream that I had last night The fallen lands, the idle hands The end in sight Storm of mud From the sky into the seas Born of blood What to make of all these things? When the mountains overturn Clinging to the trees in flight When you see the forest burn Sour blooms the night All of you, I want not some, not part, but all of you To hear the message that is bleeding through The static version of your life, agh! The avenue, the avenue close behind They follow you, they follow you Not your kind It's coming true, it's coming true The dream that I had last night I thought of you, I thought of you Our last goodnight