Tomb
Bowvayne - Molten
Help me!
It’s dark,
I’m cold
And close to despair.
This tomb
Called life
Holds me,
Let me out for air.
My body was a wintered tree,
A monument that now stands above me,
A seed that grew into a king,
And all the leaves were my offspring.
Falling through the earth and away from the sky,
Falling through the earth and away from the sky,
Falling through the earth and away from the sky,
Falling through the earth and away from the sky.
But like all kings the glory fades,
To rot and decay through the decades,
Deep in the earth of Eternity,
The roots of rebirth are seeking me.
You were
The light,
You came,
Helped me out of there.
That tomb
Called life,
Freed me,
Now I’m made of air.
Help me!
It’s dark,
I’m cold
And close to despair.
You were
The light,
You came,
Helped me out of there.
Falling through the sky and away from the earth,
Falling through the sky and away from the earth,
Falling through the sky and away from the earth,
Falling through the sky and away from the earth.
Help me!
I’m cold
And close to despair.
This tomb
Called life
Holds me,
Let me out for air.
© Gold Fountain Music 2008
