Gently carried on the wind to forbidden fields, flowers of the deepest red As the rays slowly descend, the contrast is revealed of dark red dust on deadened blades Love, I can't turn away from this and I'm sorry Love, I can't create Softly tearing silver holes through the charcoal sky, droplets longing to leave life As their destination is met their color is consumed, silently lost, as we must weep Love I can't turn away from this, I'm so sorry Love, I can't create Through the cracks it's crawling, through desire, trying to deceive its demise Through the cracks keep crawling, cloaked in silence, as we must weep As we must weep