Colour in the
shade of winter's tide,
I'm not waiting,
Diving, diving down,
Nothing left for star-gazing tonight,
Now I know you're diving,
Diving down to the sea,
Faster then the chill that follows me,
Black and white,
Through rust and powdered eyes,
I'm not waiting,
Nothing to no one,
Always old, and always realise,
That you're fading,
Nothing to no-one you'll stay,
Waiting for the rain,
And all that you knew,
Was divided in two,
If you run, a thousand miles away,
You'll never see the day,
That longed to wait,
The night we saturate,
The stars will never shine again,
And now forever's running to the end,
To take you back again
Lying face down
with my head in the sand.
Sharp stones crash silently in my head.
Can't get this blood from a stone,
When all ties are severed to the bone.
Warm wind blows my skin to red.
I can't change. What hasn't, hasn't been said.
Can't get this blood from a stone
When all ties are severed to the bone.
Can't get this blood from a stone:
Ties have severed down to the bone.