The Bronzing Process Lyrics
Vincent Valentine The Bronzing Process
Shaken from a hard dream- a gasp! Woke into a world so cold, unseen.
The smoke lingers on the sheets leaving an outline of your body.
There is a snow of your ashes, a winter in our room.
I cannot abstain while the cinders remain.
Tonight I will go over the stars.
Take my hand, I'll show you where the roses fell.
We'll fly over the stars like cinders falling.
The smoke lingers on the sheets leaving an outline of your body.
There is a snow of your ashes, a winter in our room.
I cannot abstain while the cinders remain.
Tonight I will go over the stars.
Take my hand, I'll show you where the roses fell.
We'll fly over the stars like cinders falling.
