Low Violet
M. Arkham
The final thing, the biggest scene
Where sand flows slowly, time is just a dream
Call my head and call my name
The heart is dead, now who's to blame
Nothing has changed
Nothing is the same
Somebody sent me ...
The sense comes down in the violet hour
The sense comes down in the violet hour
Our flight was dry, the sun had shone
With a dry eye, give me another gun
Suffocate, we both knew shame
The time they prayed
Again, again
Nothing has changed
Nothing is the same
Somebody sent me ...
The sense comes down in the violet hour
Somebody sent me ...
The sense calms down
Somebody sent me ...
Nothing has changed
Low violet
Somebody sent me ...
Nothing has changed
Low violet
Somebody sent me ...
Nothing is the same
Low violet
