Ashes - Ganges, Mow

Lost in the moment

The smoke surrounds them

In the city there’s nobody

Only burnt wood smell

Soft, muted colors

Warm, dry air

They stand like they were killers

On every street to stare

Go, dream on, leftovers

Feels like four-leaf clovers

Do blind people see things in their dreams?

Will ashes get colder?

Love in the nightfall

Two hearts that never melt

They are waiting in the twilight

For the fire to brighten them

When the moon turns indigo

When the dark turns off the heat

The wind sings a cappella

Whose voice was faint and sweet

Go, dream on, leftovers

Feels like four-leaf clovers

Do blind people see things in their dreams?

Will ashes get colder?

Go, dream on, leftovers

Feels like four-leaf clovers

Do blind people see things in their dreams?

Will ashes get colder?

Will ashes get colder?