Testo The Fall The Rapture
In this purest white
Impervious grey
As summer lay dying
Falling, falling
And leaves us alone in this grey
A silent season
The falling year
This coldest of feelings
A sound that creeps over me
The thirsty earth
A fevered slumber
Creeping over me
Forever circle
Forever it creeps over me
As the year decays
And I fall
Again