Dead Again - Blitzkid

It was a late summer evening

Of flowered simplicity

Two lovers walked down a path

Bound by their mutual anxiety

The breeze was warm and it passed with no threat

Of any of the orange tinged leaves

Two lovers gazes locked inside a season that more than breathed…

It was alive

She’s not coming back, my friend

She’s not coming back, my friend

She’s not coming back, my friend

Bring on the Fall.

She’s Dead Again

That quiet girl that he loved

Followed, always, the clockwise sun

Sun rays, and dandaelion parades

Trumpeted all of her returns

He waded, waiting, wistful, all alone

In the singing grass, the singing grass

Who’s song withered to a brown, deathly moan saying

«She's not coming back.»

She’s not coming back, my friend

She’s not coming back, my friend

She’s not coming back, my friend

Bring on the Fall.

She’s dead again

If that boy ever thaws again

His blue eyes will blacken

If happiness ever returns to him

It’s trust he’ll be lacking

God, stop this icy season

And its hungry branches

Bring on the Fall

Bring on the Fall, again

She’s dead again…

Never got a chance to say to you

All the ways I ever cared for you

Bt now you’re gone and locked inside this tomb

You’re sealed away in fate’s cold and concrete womb

I want to stay here forever

(though your presence, it cuts like a knife)

I want to wrap my arm’s around you

(though your cold skin, it grows cold as ice)

Peaceful one

Laid in peaceful repose

Those eyes held skys

The highest that I’ve known

Your arms do fold so silent 'cross your chest

Give you my life until I catch up with your death

And it cuts like a knife

Cuts like a knife

Cuts like a knife

Cuts like a knife