Heroes For Ghosts - The Gathering

Fading falling

Slow winds breaking soundscapes

And waves of velvet sweeping

Into me

You moved all that was in my world

And showed me all the new colours

In my universe where storms run

Falling, falling, falling, fall into me

I hear echoes of my speech

And I see shadows of my walk

I feel the past

I always look backwards

Fighting, floating

Tasting blood in my mouth

Ancient damp painting ruins

Feel the rising chill

I listened to the sound of your airs

Were watching stone saints fall over

While the black crows will be taking to the sky

My heart is drifting through all shades of green

My head is thinking through meadows of the sea

Lonely as I am

Expanding the scene where I’ve never (ever) been

A promise at last to call back the past

To finish off with you — I’m finishing off with you

Sliding down

Fall into me…