ROLL ON

From the infinite ache

which confronts us at loves wake

where absence grows within the eyes but for now

everything is sacred right here in the twilight 


Burgundy hands just a memory

the future issuch a foreign land

will blue rivers still carry life

while the skin forever grows tired


Roll on; in the precious hours where love is being born

Roll on

Roll on; you need forget the fear of being worn

Roll on, Roll on


Beauty seasons break

snow only buries thorns

and litter loneliness upon sidewalks

where the hurt are being born


One can feel infinity

and isolation within one city

sadness keeps on seeping out from shadows next to where nothing stands

With no idea what we're on about, we can't hold ice with burning hands


Roll on; in the precious hours where love is being born

Roll on

Roll on; while you forget the fear of being worn

Roll on, Roll on


Roll On

Roll On

Roll On

Roll On


Roll on; in the precious hours where love is being born

Roll on

Roll on; while you forget the fear of being worn

Roll on, Roll on