Gothic Archies Ever Falls The Twilight
It's possible that even we were younger,
our pockets full and
never knowing hunger,
charmed like sleepwalkers on a precipice,
dreaming as one inside our chrysalis.
Out the summer windows,
in through winter doors,
ever falls the twilight
on our jagged shores.
Where once was land
of rare and rolling mountains.
The sea came in through
all our golden fountains.
The truth is as sudden as a hailstorm
and guides weary sailors to the maelstrom.
Out the summer windows,
in through winter doors,
ever falls the twilight
on our jagged shores.
