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• Artiste: Swallow The Sun
• Titre: 7 Hours Late
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Forgive me father! I was 7 hours late, and now you're gone. But I made it next to you as I promised, dressed you for your last journey. I'm dead to you now, still holding the words that were left unsaid. Couldn't burden you with the sorrows that crushed my chest. Couldn't find the right time to share those words why the days passed away. I'm dead to you now, and will be until my own heart sees the fallen veil of night. Until the curtains open for me to walk the same moonlit silver trail, I always will be 7 hours late. Carrying the pain of knowing that you never knew why we both went through the days apart but with the same shadows in our hearts. I can't never tell you why I wasn't there until they bury me in the same soil, until we meet again I will be 7 hours late. These rooms of shadows, echoes on these walls, this empire of loneliness. Still feeling the presence, your soul still lingering here for a while. And the dark that pours in through the night-side window, and the light that fades into the woods. Like fireflies dancing between the rusted trees, the light that escaped from my side. Glowing in the woods, waving its last goodbye until its gone. And then it's dark!