Brush strokes on a canvas,
Streched across the frame you built,
The colors of eternal love,
Between the lines of guilt.
We won't say a word though,
To be sure to hear no lies,
Like carvings on a totem-pole,
Of all that we despise.
Axes falling, falling in a forest far away,
Echo in the morning on a soul fueled day,
Nearer to the ending,
Further from the start,
An icy wind howling,
Through a cold, cold heart.
Love rides like a stranger,
On the far side of the hill,
How silent falls this reverie,
How bitter is the pill.
Axes falling, falling in a forest far away,
Echo in the morning on a soul fueled day,
Nearer to the ending,
Further from the start,
An icy wind howling,
Through a cold, cold heart.
Streched across the frame you built,
The colors of eternal love,
Between the lines of guilt.
We won't say a word though,
To be sure to hear no lies,
Like carvings on a totem-pole,
Of all that we despise.
Axes falling, falling in a forest far away,
Echo in the morning on a soul fueled day,
Nearer to the ending,
Further from the start,
An icy wind howling,
Through a cold, cold heart.
Love rides like a stranger,
On the far side of the hill,
How silent falls this reverie,
How bitter is the pill.
Axes falling, falling in a forest far away,
Echo in the morning on a soul fueled day,
Nearer to the ending,
Further from the start,
An icy wind howling,
Through a cold, cold heart.
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