The Attic Songtext
von Ivory Hours

Knows I need her
When I see her
In her summer clothes


Knows I′ll leave her
When the leaves turn
And the cold wind blows
She will wait till
Till I get back home
We will drink wine
In that hidden grove
I don't deserve the candles she lights for me

Weathered windowsill
Where the snow spilled
Into the empty room
Blackened matchsticks
Where the last wick
Met its lonesome ruin

On the table, lay her faded note
Headed south with
A broken heart and raincloud hopes
Will she remember the candles she lit for me?