As silver tears,
they weave and lace sad patterns upon
her face She waits for you
So low below a laser sun through velvet
fields she runs Reaching for you
And so you bleed now Your hand holds
the knife That is tearing your life apart Why
don't you leave now The city's too heavy And
your dreams they melt in the sun
On mellow blue, birds curve and glide through
shadows of grief she slides She waits
for you
There on a hill before the dawn in
silence a promise torn She turns from
you
As silver tears, they weave and lace She
waits for you So low below a laser sun Reaching
for you
On mellow blue, birds curve and glide She
waits for you There on a hill before
the dawn She turns from you
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