Dimly lit the sickness
With starry nights of dusk
Dampened air from rain filled tears
In the plans that they discussed
With all the trees still blooming
Under faded violet hues
There's a chill that prospers in the wind
While on the grass, I lay confused
Shallow breaths now side by side, made to hear both hand in hand
As old men whisper, you know one once said
The world's more full of weeping than you can understand
The world's more full of weeping than you can understand
Weary made the sunlight
For heated pavement floors