Green, to beautiful colorless death

This familiar feeling in the breeze

I'll walk out there with you

Drifting endless pace

Drifting endless pace

Nothing could ever break the clutch of our hands

October sunset

Green, to beautiful colorless death

This familiar feeling in the breeze

I'll walk out there with you

My hair flowing

Drifting endless pace

And nothing could ever break

The clutch of our hands

8 confine for this embrace

In every single way

Nothing could ever break the clutch

Of our hands

Our hands

And every single place that we passed

Was burning into me

Images that will never wash away, never wash away