Ébène Fumé

Lends his soul

Sleeping on

He leaves the soil

And lays the bodies, bodies, bodies over yesterday

 

Harley's soul

Bleaches on

Leaves the story

He lets it go

And lays the bodies, bodies, bodies over yesterday

 

Upon the stones you laid

That love will last forever

I won't throw your candles away

In fact they'll always stay alighted

 

It's diluted but bright

The last to see the story of your life

 

Hey, would it be bright

At last you see the

Stories of my life

 

Oh, you generously dream

Through fallen limbs of heaven

To dream, into an odyssey

For fallen leaves

Like lovers

 

It's diluted but but bright,

The pleasure to hear you talking in my mind

And I 'luded my mind, since last i saw the

Stories of my life

 

Sun, lends his soul

Sleeping on

He leaves the soil

And lays the bodies bodies bodies over yesterday

Harley's soul

Bleaches on

Leaves the story

He lets it go

And lays the bodies, bodies, bodies over yesterday