The End is Always Closer Letra

the leaves are falling down.
The cold scent of time
brushes the wind,
and I breath the fall and air.
The red of the sky
is piercing the ground,
as the Autumn sun
welcomes the changing sound.

Tearing away
- and the end is always near,
breaking away
- and we're dying forever.

The distant fires are burning again,
the taste of ash is so clear.
An auburn stillness,
smoke through the trees,
where the empty cries far away.

We're running away from the things
that we fear
so the darkness succeeds in our heads.
She crys on her own,
alone in the field.
The hole where she jumps,
a slow swan dive to death.

Tearing away
- and the end is always near,
breaking away
- and we're dying forever.

The change is forever.

The cold
lights
cut
into my skin.
My mind
withholds
to the burn,
to the war,
to the east,
to the close
end tearing away.