And so it seems

I am unbound in my misery

I am drunk in my sobriety

...and twisted animosiety

The private moments of man

Are rarely ever seen

Yet, autumn gathers me up

And sheds me in her leaves



Falling takes forever

From the grace of man

I fell so far

No one ever saw

How far I fell

From the grace of man



She is dressed in golden brown for me

Sheds her leaves like a second skin



There is fire, in your eyes tonight

No brighter sun, no darker moon



Sister Morrigu

This way comes,

And so it seems it is



Another passionless night

Another hopeless fight

And another battle that I've lost