Letra de To See Saturn Fall - Mar De Grises

At the violet hour
What should I resent?
(as I) Die on empty
A feeling crept by
My sullen, sterile face
Looks thee falling
Beneath the tumbling waves
What shall I do... what shall I ever do?
Go south
Down to my words
My wounds
Would it still feed fire?
This noise -polluted amber
Stares into my gone hours,
hours that mean years
...Mean life
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Are you the heartburn-bitter one?
Could you pour my wounds on to them
Could you heal this exhausted well
A kaleidoscope of clean horizons
The awful rain glommed into my fall
What shall I do, what shall I ever do?
No winter walk
No search for...
A nebular packing cloud
A lost somewhere
Implored me
�Please ... cease to exist�
Empty voices leaning
feverless as I