Matt Corby Untitled
So I threw your letter into the flame And watched the fire regain And these words have done nothing for you As I did not read them through Now turned to ash in the flume
And colors are dull As the feeling of the cold And memories fall As the fire is getting old Oh and I once more am now
Don't you fret I'll find my way Carefully walking from the devil's plane And I know why you did not follow me Pride swallowed me then led me astray
And now the dark in me has now seen the day Oh my chill has now lost its way And these hands that once had helped me to pray They are limp in all their dismay Oh they fall in their disarray
And colors are dull As the feeling of the cold And memories fall As the fire is getting old Oh and I once more am now
Oh don't you fret I'll find my way Carefully walking from the devil's plane And I know why you did not follow me Pride swallowed me then led me astray
