In dreams I reach to touch your perfect face again
In dreams you never cry or walk away
But I wake to the truth, the daylight streaming in
I never found the way or words to make you stay
Photographs and falling leaves
Scattered dust of memories
The poems I wrote I still believe
That's all that's left of you and me
I found a flower in a book you hid away
In better days they seem so long ago
I tried to touch it but it crumbled in my hand
Just like a future planned that we would never know
Photographs and falling leaves
Scattered dust of memories
The poems I wrote I still believe
That's all that's left of you and me
Echoes of a better time
Ring forever in my mind
Where I'm going where I've been
Different places in the end
Photographs and falling leaves
Scattered dust of memories
The poems I wrote I still believe
That's all that's left of you and me
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.