Crimson
A. G. Cook
Crimson and cold
The way the story was told
Heavy rain, wash it away again
Crimson, clover
I had my hopes but it's over
Close the gate, watch it decay, again
Look around, a light is found
A drop, a sound
My eyes fade out
Oh, finally, your hand on my heart
Divided parts, a piece gone dark, ooh ah
Hold me down
Live for a day, wash it away again
