Gently carried on the wind to forbidden fields, flowers of the deepest red
As the rays slowly descend, the contrast is revealed of dark red dust on deadened blades

Love, I can't turn away from this and I'm sorry
Love, I can't create

Softly tearing silver holes through the charcoal sky, droplets longing to leave life
As their destination is met their color is consumed, silently lost, as we must weep

Love I can't turn away from this, I'm so sorry
Love, I can't create

Through the cracks it's crawling, through desire, trying to deceive its demise
Through the cracks keep crawling, cloaked in silence, as we must weep
As we must weep