ASH & STONE
Picture frames tilt, shadows of time
A key in the attic, is it a sign
Curtains move slow in the pale moon light
Echoes of old, hidden from sight
Footsteps I swear I can almost hear
Rocking chair creaks, i sense you are near
When touching the wall, vibrations of time
Your heart is the echo that answers to mine
Come to me through the ash and the stone
A hundred years of being alone
Across the divide, through the dust on the floor
I’m waiting to love you some more.
I sense your presence when I speak your name
A breathe in the nursery, now nothing's the same
Did you sit and play in this hollow space
If I turn my back, will you run through the door
Old brass coins with a tarnished date
Ticking like clocks against our fate
I read your name in the faded ink
And feel you there as the shadows sink
Come to me through the ash and the stone
A hundred years of being alone
Across the divide, through the dust on the floor
I’m waiting to love you some more.
Come to me through the ash and the stone
A hundred years of being alone
Across the divide, through the dust on the floor
I’m waiting to love you some more.
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