The distance between the places where we rest have become too big a void to bridge, and as cut hands are held out in dusks silent whispers the horse drawn carriage rattles away unmanned.
The drapes you hung in the window yesterday were meant to be a sign that would notify me to meet you here tonight, but as I wait alone I grow more and more fearful of what the pending sunrise will bring to my side.
I know it won't be you
I know it won't be you.
The drapes you hung in the window yesterday were meant to be a sign that would notify me to meet you here tonight, but as I wait alone I grow more and more fearful of what the pending sunrise will bring to my side.
I know it won't be you
I know it won't be you.