Cry,
release me to the wind...

Sorry;
for you and for me...

Woe-
blue moon...

Sun:
blood can only run bright...

My catastrophe; my faith,
I'm a little lost in this world...

I'm caught up in the words of my last song,
but the exile of love has said it all through...

It's all said in the last word of my song;
breaking down every memory in my view...

It's said by a simple man,
it is what it is...

I see you everywhere...
I miss you in the fall of Winter...

Gold;
by every bone in my marrow...

It's no secret to me,
I'll make your ears bleed with the sound of...

I see you through these broken bones,
the damage is done; have mercy...