Embers - Night Flowers

The kiss of the dark

Paid to rivers yearn

Enough said

Enough said

Something’s too old

I don’t look at all

Enough dream

Enough here

Enough ashes spilled down

Had to talk to skip town

The high end of the man

How you feel on the crown

Looking further

If hell leads somewhere

Can I dream, can I beg

Just like summer

I miss where it is gone

On my own, I felt

Such a complete fucking lie

Oh, every time

But I was waiting on a sign

And the moon at it’s crest twists

Oh, who am I to win

Far away, who am I to win

Who am I to win

So little compared to them