the passing days

Erase your memory's so you don't need to forget.

Take away the bad things so you don't need regret. 

Dream of the sun, so you don't need a gun

Live love so you don't need to run. 

We are, they got, and that's not enough. 

When the winter blooms upon the dry rocks.  

Life folds into its self and there is darkness.

Darkness has a cold dark cost.

Can't look into the black eyes of the lost. 

Circles of belief and faith. 

Turning around at night. 

Going in and out of sight.  

You are lost and this is not right.