Mother Tongue Vesper
Memories pass
Like whispers through glass
Through my mind
Each has a message
Enclosed in its package
Fuel to burn
I sit in the candle light
Watch it chase out the night
Melting, I drip out of sight
And into my brain
There's no one to blame
I'll leave as fast as I came
Through the blink of an eye
Swim with the dead
The past is re-dead
As I fall apart
We're all slaves to the truth
