The Waning
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Lyrics
These eyes have wept, torrents of tears The sense of wonder, slowly sleeping away The love that embodied, this false serenity Was no more tragic, than my own illusion The call beyond the veil, from the orchards of limbs And gently violent spirals, where thoughts are born You possess the answer to it all! A soul on the wane, that is the price of life For i will come to you, ultimately alone
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 06:29
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 122 BPM