When I stand at the shore of foreverWhen everything behind is pitch black
When the waters are painted gun metal gray
When the night sky is the only source of light
When I have crossed into the realm of the morbid
When the night sky is the only source of light
When I have crossed into the realm of the morbid
The haunting violins and trumpets fill my heart with
Melancholy
The sadness of this place is so consuming
Silver linings compel my somber heart
It's a place that validates the depth of my feelings
It's a place that justifies the correctness of what is
It's a place that helps me into the let go
The haunting violins and trumpets fill my heart with
Melancholy
From this place I recognize the value of no more
It is from this place I breathe the last dregs of you
I know this interval of transition
I know this interval of transition
It is the resolution stepping stone
It is the blue diamond of what is to come
The haunting violins and trumpets fill my heart with
Melancholy
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