Just like the white winged dove sings a song Sounds like she's singing, ?Ooo? baby ?Ooo?, said ?Ooo? And the days go by like a strand in the wind In
one of my nightmares out of paper Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover And I tried to tell him he had a sense Of color and composition
Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she's singing Ooo, baby, ooo Said "Ooo" And the days go by like a strand in the wind In the
Dead songs are drowning out voices of compassion With a sigh, alright, alright Deadlines are winding down Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time Nothing
I hear the breath of ghosts Hiding behind the wind Like an icy choir exhaling A promise to rescind I hear the breath of ghosts Escaping from their lungs
ll have you coughing up your colors They'll have you coughing up your colors They'll have you coughing up your colors They'll have you coughing up your colors
Dead songs are drowning out voices of compassion with a sigh "Alright?" Alright. Deadlines are winding down Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time Nothing
Mother nature explode in colors It is the gruesome season to come The darkness grows in my mind As the tress fade to die Oh, I feel so strange, the wind