Our Beloved Past Songtext
von Tom The Lion

They craft you in silk and lace
Velvet palms, and a porcelain face
With love, care expense and waste
A lifetimes work for this instance, this trace
Framed by the light that melts upon you
Quite now, hush the winds that rose
Less of all I need you now the most
Muck of fall, the scent that licks and breathes
Burn our clothes, made for more than this
My guess is all I have
The fever takes your mouth
Flush and bound
Succumb, succumb
Reap old wars, deep I′m enthralled
Need we fall, the way we fall
Before we both look back no more
Raise a glass, our beloved past
Before we both look back no more


Raise a glass, our beloved past
Framed by the light that melts upon you
Stage our leave
From now we quench our thirst
Husk of me that fetched a princely purse
Stripped of much of all our wealth we kneel
To light the ground
Burn the fields, burn the fields
My guess is all I have
The fever takes your mouth
Flush and bound
Succumb, succumb
Reap old wars, deep I'm enthralled
Need we fall, the way we fall
Before we both look back no more
Raise a glass, our beloved past
Before we both look back no more
Raise a glass, our beloved past