Текст песни Embers - Fyrce Muons

Anticipate the sight of the colors of the night
In a lonely way
In a happy time of days

A woman in the night you were aching to be free
Alone in time
And never raised

Swollen in your ways in a sympathetic haze
In your golden daze
In a golden cage
Another song in there

Insults to come like rolling in the mist
And they creep on in
Another simple grin

A crying bit of this, a stabbing piece of that
Are soon to be
Like a bank of darkened clouds