Deep  it  must  have  been

the  thorn  that  spread  a  veil  of  constancy

Times  in  stalemate,  times  of  certitude

Again  and  again  this  wound

It�  these  moments

When  the  comfort  of  the  bygone

And  the  light  of  the  long  gone  days

Enchant  me  with  their  hollow  songs

And  grasp  for  me  with  their  stone-cold  hands.

A  new  morning

Another  past  coming  along

struggling  on  way  too  close,  way  too  far

today  I  do  remember

the  bitter  tears  of  fall  we  shed  on  a  day  like  this

And  both  we  knew  that  you  knew

pain  would  grow  through  you

But  we  pretended  soils  would  flourish

from  the  time  we  turn  our  backs.

Saw  your  eyes  in  amber  leaves

Heard  your  weeping  in  repose

Drank  your  tears  with  the  water

followed  your  footmarks  in  the  moss.

It�  these  moments

When  the  comfort  of  the  bygone

And  the  light  of  the  long  gone  days

Enchant  me  with  their  hollow  songs

befool  me  with  a  sham  appeal

And  both  we  knew  that  you  knew

pain  would  grow  through  you

But  we  pretended  soils  would  flourish

from  the  time  we  turn  our  backs.