Gently carried on the wind to forbidden fields, flowers of the deepest red
As the rays slowly descend, the contrast is revealed of dark red dust on deadened blades
Love, I can't turn away from this and I'm sorry
Love, I can't create
Softly tearing silver holes through the charcoal sky, droplets longing to leave life
As their destination is met their color is consumed, silently lost, as we must weep
Love, I can't turn away from this and I'm sorry
Love, I can't create
Love I can't turn away from this, I'm so sorry
Love, I can't create
Through the cracks it's crawling, through desire, trying to deceive its demise
Through the cracks keep crawling, cloaked in silence, as we must weep
As we must weep
Love, I can't turn away from this and I'm sorry
Love, I can't create
Love I can't turn away from this, I'm so sorry
Love, I can't create