Spiralling nights in the void
Weathered coat and a dagger
If I dream back my youth I can still hear you sing
A voice that will die on a mountain
And I fear that I've stayed here just a little too long
I had to go where you couldn't follow
In my weariness
I still hear you singing in my mind
And all the fortunes they took away
The shifting earth beneath us
(Nothing to observe)
The clouds at our feet
(Nothing to observe)
The sun was made of a jewel
(Nothing to observe)
When at night it did sleep
(Nothing to observe)
Cast in a trench of fire
I see the sky is a ceiling
And when my heart dies down
I am long gone on the fields of summer's green
Away from fall and famine
I am in every season
The one you have always known
Life did not reward you
So find your way to the river and let go
Weathered coat and a dagger
If I dream back my youth I can still hear you sing
A voice that will die on a mountain
In my weariness
I still hear you singing in my mind
(Nothing to observe)
The clouds at our feet
(Nothing to observe)
The sun was made of a jewel
(Nothing to observe)
When at night it did sleep
(Nothing to observe)
I see the sky is a ceiling
And when my heart dies down
I am long gone on the fields of summer's green
Away from fall and famine
The one you have always known
Life did not reward you
So find your way to the river and let go
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Another amazing song from "The Fall Of Hearts". This one has a rather romantic feel to it, the instrumental gives the song a "slow dance of two lovers in the night" type of feel, in my opinion at least. In that sense, it is rather beautiful. The lyrics however, seem to separate the lovers, in a way that the narrator/his lover ended the romantic relationship with his lover/the narrator because of differences in what they as individuals desired in life ("...I had to go where you couldn't follow...", "a weathered coat and a dagger..."). The narrator still remembers and longs for the one he (was) left (by) ("...in my weariness, I still hear you singing in my mind...", "...nothing to observe...").