Shadows Fall

I see circles of gold in spite of my eyes

When darkness falls from above

Stay under me my love

I see circles of gold fading to black

Until the heavens have died

You'll be the thorn in my side

Come so coldly awake

Where the light wouldn't go

Come only to drift downward slow

In the dying light is a dream beyond time

One as impossible

As it is beautiful

Now the ghost in the mirror twists this way and that

Setting the thread to fray

In such a solitary way

And the archangel sighs, feeding his blues

Still I am loathe to gather

All of these bones together

Come so coldly awake

Where the light wouldn't go

Come only to drift downward slow

On the way to the gate

Walk a merciful mile

While lying in wait a serpent coils

Here's where the bent and the wretched were born

Here's where the path was erased in the storm

I see circles of gold burned off the sun

When shadows fall from above

Stay close to me my love