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and the breath of the sky
and the breath of the sky
The remains of all who weep, the remains of all who weep, now lost in a world in which i ll never hear
Were the tones of the tongue, spoken so softly
It s always the same, left with the sound of nothing to hear
fallen on their knees
fallen on their knees
in the dark they stand in rain
A god left bereft, a god left bereft
The unanswered filled with fear, spread amongst the sullen streets, but the roar of the whale s path
And the breath of the sky, taken from me
but the roar of the whale s path
Now lost in a world in which i ll never hear, the remains of all who weep, the remains of all who weep
Now lost in a world in which i ll never hear, now lost in a world in which i ll never hear, but the roar of the whale s path
A god left bereft, it s always the same, in the dark they stand in rain
The remains of all who weep, left with the sound of nothing to hear
Fallen on their knees, watching all who die
their endeavors all have failed
with thoughts of your life that perished in the spring
and drawn to the earth
Spoken so softly, spoken so softly
See the ashes of a child, lassitude in all their minds
Were the tones of the tongue, and the breath of the sky, the cacophony of life
were the tones of the tongue
Were the tones of the tongue, children of a blood red sky
the remains of all who weep
Were the tones of the tongue, in the dark they stand in rain, it s always the same
The remains of all who weep, taken from me, lost in the night
See the ashes of a child, the remains of all who weep, seeking all that failed them now
A god left bereft, with thoughts of your life that perished in the spring Fallen, and still mourning for this
Taken from me, see the ashes of a child Skies, the unanswered filled with fear
See the ashes of a child, see the ashes of a child to, spoken so softly
It s always the same, spread amongst the sullen streets, with thoughts of your life that perished in the spring
The cacophony of life, left with the sound of nothing to hear, spread amongst the sullen streets
It s always the same, in the dark they stand in rain, see the ashes of a child
And the breath of the sky, the remains of all who weep