Waning autumn, winter blue Tonight we dance in praise of you Oh reaper, scream a silent serenade Of tunes above earths grave Enigma bites our world in
Charlemagne, your swords and your coattails are broken Prince of Wales these words that you have spoken are token Oh, let's emerge from the shadows Oh
Got a postcard from her: St. Paul's Cathedral At Night. Spent a couple of days trying to read between the lines: now I don't have to read between
Translation: Cathedral. Blue Light.
Translation: Cathedral. Curse Of The Blues Dog.
Waning autumn, winter blue Tonight we dance in praise of you Oh reaper scream a silent serenade Of tunes above earths grave Enigma bites our world
elevations then I'm not looking for them now not for all the small talk in a town Neither sane nor fool enough is the good word going round I built the cathedral
