Besedila: Mourning September. Tonight, Tonight.

Have you ever wanted to hold
A moment in your hands
A picture in your head
And never let it go?
Tonight, tonight is the time for me
I wish the blood red moon would have lingered
A moment in your hand
A picture in your head
Even if these scars don't mend
Black trees
Covered by a crimson grace
It won't be long until I see your face.