(lyrics:Jason Kohnen) the cold water in which I stand portrays the tears I once cried I face a sunset of sweet sins in a dusk of perishing hopes I bear the shroud that once warmed me I bear a torn shroud that now grieves with me I wash my hands with glory that once was with might once shared through my fingers it slips... ...alas...it slips... blissful winds that covet me offering wings of shining silk they whisper to me will you wait for the sun?
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