The Elder (John Ross Remix)

A plight From a failed decision The scent Of a summer gone by The cracks On a decades old table The eyes Make the face so worn out I dreamed of old friends again I was surrounded by saints Hide from your past Head down in shame Gaze long at your soul Every breath counts On the way to The last overfall Bittersweet denial Senselesness of wisdom Acrimonious heart Make me hope Old man, new life Without a fight