Besedila: Autumn's Grey Solace. Ablaze. Imaginary Grey.

In the chill
My skin shivers
Cold as ice
At the mill
I smell of cotton
Burning away

Stop my eyes from crying
She mustn't see, she mustn't see
Stop my eyes from crying
She mustn't see

I imagine
All the imaginary friends
Come to quell
The noisy voices in my heart
I remember
They always told me
Take care of yourself
In my room
I close the door
And close down

Stop my eyes from crying
She mustn't see, she mustn't see
Stop my eyes from crying
She mustn't see