Autumns The End
Lord, stay my hand
before I sin again
I'm not sad
I'm just through with it
Glad I'm through with it
Yeah
Lord, understand
It's not the same as then
light my path
Guide me to the end
Swear you will forget me
Lord, bells we bring
for chariots to swing
wring the life from leaves
blood smeared down the trees
please
