Grey Green
Like the rain on the leaves
Like the fields after reap
Like the longing that wakens the trees
Like the moon and the flames all in your eyes
Like the dirt embracing the stones
Like the golden glow of our homes
Like the song of cold distant seas
Like the moon and the flames all in your eyes
Like the child yet to be born
Like the heart entangled by thorns
Like the rage will force me to pray
Like the moon and the flames all in your eyes
Like the lust that pulls you in
Still too young you learn to sin
And the morning that just wont begin
Like the moon and the flames all in your eyes
Copyright American Sinner
