Moonlight, Or Other Dreams, Or Other Fields
Lyrics
Caught when I was still a child By a terrible vision of my Christ And caught in the throat by your signs and tears and goodbyes I picked me up and walked too far With thought of no return And not to see your face again and drowning all my hopes And wishing no longer upon stars Believing no longer in moonlight Or other dreams, or other fields Upon all of which we so beautifully play I saw the waste of all And so I put away all talk of death's heads And the little glimpses of blood-blossomed falls And all talk of apocalypse Apocryphon and Apollyon Abaddon, all abandoned Then I saw in myself the bowl and a gun And the glory that was to come
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:08
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 117 BPM