I remember a time outside of this despair
What a shame it is, the time lies nowhere near.
Seasons grow long and refuse to change and what a sordid picture the weather paints
Seasons grow long and refuse to change and what a sordid picture the weather paints
Staring at a wall and all I see is the end
Anastasia, do you see it too? The Dying world I dreamed up for you.
I’m at the bottom of the lake where I made my bed
No tide to wash the shoreline red
I’m at the bottom of the lake we can all go down
Is it such a sin to watch yourself drown?
I remember a time outside of this despair
What a shame it is, the time lies nowhere near
Seasons grow long and refuse to change and what a sordid picture the weather paints
Seasons grow long and refuse to change and I disdain this picture the weather paints
I’m at the bottom of the lake where I made my bed
No tide to wash the shoreline red
I’m at the bottom of the lake we can all go down
Is it such a sin to watch yourself drown?
