As the darkness descends and the day ends
I sit here with pen in hand.
What filled your soul with all the holes
And turned your flaming passion cold?
The golden light succumbs to the night
While my spirit slowly dies.
As the darkness descends and the day ends
I sit here with pen in hand.
What filled your soul with all the holes
And turned your flaming passion cold?
The golden light succumbs to the night
While my spirit slowly dies.