Evening Wither In Bloom
Here we begin
It's face had a grin
I don't know whether to sin
Lean on my back again
I wasn't there
The comets falling through air
His mists of ashes roll clear
Oh, he's gone
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, yeah
Let's begin at the end
With a face I let in
I don't know whether to sin
Lean on my back again
I wasn't there
The comets falling through air
His mists of ashes roll clear
And he's gone
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone now