Sore

I was afraid

Autumn cloak wilts our summer's joy

Your fingers etch skin with sore

Tomorrow our past is a door away

It won't go with the pouring rain

Faltering prayer

Is shakin' your bones

The winter is snakin

Gonna eat out our soul

You're not in this nightmare

Just waiting outside

A porcelain halo

Is the sore in your eyes

A porcelain halo

Sore in your eyes

A porcelain halo

Listen the wind, the warmth, the birds' talk it's like that day

The cursed day

Sobering, aching mend is getting outside of the heaven

By yourself

While you're not yourself

Fake is the sound, fake is the faith, fake is the remedy of new life

If the old one gets you

Let me let you

Let me sing for you

Faltering prayer

Is shakin' your bones

The winter is snakin

Gonna eat out our soul

You're not in this nightmare

Just waiting outside

A porcelain halo

Is the sore in your eyes

A porcelain halo

Sore in your eyes

A porcelain halo

Faltering prayer

Is shakin' your bones

The winter is snakin

Gonna eat out our soul

You're not in this nightmare

Just waiting outside

A porcelain halo

Let me get inside