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Symphony Of Fall

Screwed Up History Music

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Symphony Of Fall

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Screwed Up History Music
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36 просмотров · 3 дня назад
Symphony Of Fall - Post-Grunge / Alternative Rock / Cinematic Rock Track The calendar is bleeding red, another deadline missed The ghost of every goal I had, remains a cold, dark mist I traded sleep for silver coins, and time for hollow dreams But now the office tower’s quiet, and tearing at the seams The gold has turned to rusted iron, the ladder led to nowhere I’m standing at the top of nothing, gasping for the air. And in the hallway of our home, the silence is a blade The promises we whispered once, begin to slowly fade Your keys are lying on the shelf, where laughter used to bloom But now the shadow of your absence fills up every room I failed to hold the line at work, I failed to hold your hand A king of dust and broken glass, in a disappearing land. The sky is turning charcoal, the birds have flown away There’s a price for every error, and it’s time for me to pay The harvest that I hoped for, is rotting on the vine In the wreckage of the life I built, I’m running out of time. It’s the symphony of fall, hear the crashing of the leaves The anthem of the broken heart, and the man who still believes That he could own the summer, and keep the frost at bay But the music’s getting lower, as the light begins to grey Everything is dropping, the curtain and the pride In this symphony of fall, there’s nowhere left to hide. Ten years of climbing, just to hit the ground A lifetime of loving, with no one left around The resume is empty, the bed is even more I’m a stranger to the person that I was before! It’s the symphony of fall, hear the crashing of the leaves The anthem of the broken heart, and the man who still believes That he could own the summer, and keep the frost at bay But the music’s getting lower, as the light begins to grey Everything is dropping, the curtain and the pride In this symphony of fall, there’s nowhere left to hide. The wind is picking up the pieces... Of a career I couldn't save. The rain is washing out the traces... Of the love I couldn't keep. Just a symphony... A symphony of fall. #postgrunge , #alternativerock , #cinematicrock .