My heart's left bleeding divine under these Catholic nights
When will this god forsaken winter end
The days die red and cold yet no one knows
Will you surrender now when the time is come
Desire manifests in screams and empty silhouettes
Why won't the moonlight answer or lead the way
Manically saved again from a laughing grave
Someday we'll all go down in a rage of flames
I could save myself by leaving now
But what good would come when the evenings rise to steal the day away
My last hope just left on a whispering wind
Only a fool would wait for it to come again
And As the fog recedes into a crimson rain
I'll wait like a cloud floats by to be born again
I could save myself by leaving now
But what good would come when the evenings rise to steal the day away