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 is such 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