Lily Moon Songtext
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Lily Moon Songtext
Lily Moon I see your face I sit inside without a trace
Trail behind and ride your wake
And lily white yet blushing crimson in the night
Will you be leaving with the light?
And creeping over with the shadows at my side
The moonlight yields the sigh
I step and turn while you stick feathers in my back
This flying lesson leaves a track
Oh... darkness burns away...
Lit with shoulders burning
Fire feather quills, the darkness burns away
Lily Moon I see your face inside
These eyes my own will trace, yet suddenly erased
Such lily white did spread it′s arms out to the night
These arms did clasp and sigh
And half asleep I did try, try to hold piercing grass
But it was grey, it was grey...
Memory, save my sight
Memory, come back to me...
Oh... darkness burns away...
Lit with shoulders burning
Fire feather quills, the darkness burns away
Then I saw twisted trunk, scattered mold
Black and speckled spotted stone
Hailing in with the cold wind whistle past
And oh! dancing green pieced between
Wall of streets of ancient oak
Made of water quilt below
Grown of lightning, breath, and bone .
Trail behind and ride your wake
And lily white yet blushing crimson in the night
Will you be leaving with the light?
And creeping over with the shadows at my side
The moonlight yields the sigh
I step and turn while you stick feathers in my back
This flying lesson leaves a track
Oh... darkness burns away...
Lit with shoulders burning
Fire feather quills, the darkness burns away
Lily Moon I see your face inside
These eyes my own will trace, yet suddenly erased
Such lily white did spread it′s arms out to the night
These arms did clasp and sigh
And half asleep I did try, try to hold piercing grass
But it was grey, it was grey...
Memory, save my sight
Memory, come back to me...
Oh... darkness burns away...
Lit with shoulders burning
Fire feather quills, the darkness burns away
Then I saw twisted trunk, scattered mold
Black and speckled spotted stone
Hailing in with the cold wind whistle past
And oh! dancing green pieced between
Wall of streets of ancient oak
Made of water quilt below
Grown of lightning, breath, and bone .
Writer(s): David Sugalski, Ayla Nereo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com