Soft Light
Alan Palomo, Benjamin Plant
Faint flickers of softlight
Born from the midnight
Stroll slowly to her side
Secrets told and sealed tight
Strange fires billow from her vacant eyes
Strange fires melting through my distant guise
Strange fires billow from her vacant eyes
Strange fires floating through my distant guise
Faint flickers of softlight, from a lie that can’t be told
Born from the midnight, of a life we used to know
Stroll slowly to her side, holding back from what you show
Secrets told and sealed tight, those you can’t seem to let go
Strange fires billow from her vacant eyes
Strange fires melting through my distant guise
Strange fires billow from her vacant eyes
Strange fires floating through my distant guise