The Bleeding — Left Hand Solution

Trees cut the wounded sky Of autumn it hangs dead Clouded in silver Of autumn it hangs dead

Like a voice from within begging me to stay The same as the one telling me to get away

Deep in my heartache Scattered like leaves lies love's light Gather me up And hold me through the night

Like a voice from within begging me to stay The same as the one telling me to get away

Your beauty is a wound in me Serene in virginity