Sunlight shines
On the clothes that lay on a chair
A desk covered in clutter
The floor covered in hair
It shines on a figure, so thin and frail
It shines on his skin, so sick and pale
It shines on the wall, where for so long
I have stared
Breaking the spell of authentic despair
As my eyes come into focus
I turn to face to face the room
The movement from the sheets creates a breeze
Sweeps the dust from its place
It so quietly swarms
And hangs in the air
It shines in the light
And makes me aware
Death is looming in here
And it's getting to you
Under dust, over time
It has been burying you
It now stirs up the room
As it enters my sight
Rising up from the dark
From the surface it lies
As if hinting to me
To choose day over night
To leave all of this dark
And seek the warmth of the light
Outside this room where my life wastes away
Her priorities lie
In collecting corks from bottles she plans to make into things
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.