Lyrics: alyshialynn
Music: alyshialynn
Fountaining finity
Watered eyes of mist
Falling time, eulogy
piercing southern tears
From whence you came?
Messenger or my prophesy
Twice be I the coasting tides
Upon your starry speak
Write me back
I will stand by you, close to you
Even with the ghosts of fate tangled
Up in the sprigs of thyme
Heed this splendid foolery
Chaos, drunk, unfolding
From eight to five to four
Trine glows of foreign wind
Surging blood of seafaring stars
The gardenโs growing dark
Death divine in a valley jar
Whirling fallen arts
You can hide
All those strokes of mine on your mind
But when the light is low
Will you turn on angelsโ chimes
Sit down, feast on truth with me
Give into this hunger we
Free the sun from its cellar
Overturn the history
Overwrite your legacy
Laugh the world off together
Youโll meet heaven on your way to me
So be a stronger good like you once have promised me