Eventide

Eventide, the time of plenty

No crushing blows, no bended knees

We froze our tongues with our emotions

Woke up when the world was asleep

And even though

Truth be told

I'm getting scared

Of getting older

You are my back against the wall

You are my hands when I'm falling

Outside my mind

My heart

Eventide

I passed away deep in my slumber

Far from fury and far grief

But even in the heavens clouds

I couldn't stand to be without

Firestorms

Boiling over

Bodies coiled

Under covers

You are my back against the wall

You are my hands when

I'm falling Outside my mind

My heart

Eventide

Outside my mind

My heart

Eventide