Letras:
Elegy

: Please don't look at me this way I am from the same seed as you Take me back to the womb I am weary of this life Don't believe in my eyes Don't believe

: (Instrumental)

: [to Stephanie for undying friendship] did you ever see me or could you even see at all i looked at your cold white face, so still, so empty yet i

: Old folk remember And those today learn How before their time Life was different here: Without the sun people lived Groped about without the moon

: Many rocks the rapid has A lot of billows the sea More plentiful are my cares Then cones on a spruce Beard moss on a juniper Gnarls upon a pine bark

: Long evenings full on longing Low-spirited my mornings Full of longing too my nights And all times the bitterest. 'Tis my lovely I long for It is my

: The Devils weds a widow Death another's leftovers Better to lie on a willows Rest on alder boughs Then upon a widow's bed On a used woman's pillow

: In the vale where I once listened out for the light Where the little birds warble The ptarmigans babble And my heart looked for some rest from its

: Summer breeze, kisses me Autumn leaves retire Apathy, breaking free Still waiting for the sun See me as I wait See me wait I can't see another See