Come at dawn
All the burning lights are wasted
Tongue tied now
You can't understand the torture
In the morning of the day
With the cold world brings a fear
Solitude

Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted
Deep and dark underground
Apart from all that's aching
In the seconds near a time
Just a figure in my mind
And a pale cloud passes by
When the mourning doves' on high

I cannot feel all the feelings I might
Out the gate I come undone
How can I feel all these feelings at once
Tempt the bottom feeding love
Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts
Rest and breath in all your last of days