[words & music: barthold]
this night be our last, still we're bound together
this night be our last, like a knife cutting it through
and it's flowing from you, gently weeps away
i take in little sips on this day of rain
on a road to nowhere, fragile as one can be
trying to get to somewhere far away
a crimson shadow, one last stain i had to clean
the crimson shadow dissolves the dream
and it's flowing from you, gently weeps away
i take in little sips on this day of rain
as it cracks and leaves me bleeding
on a road to nowhere, fragile as one can be
trying to get to somewhere far away |