Birch House - Where Books Grow Old | Текст песни

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• Birch House
• Where Books Grow Old

When night fell twenty years ago,
a blanket cold and gray,
the moon just waned
and faded away

I struck a match-head on the door
and lit five blackened wicks
the match burned out
and crumbled on the sixth

I lost the sunlight then I lost the moon
I lost the smell of the lilacs in June
The wind in the trees is the ghost of a thought
A future I already forgot

When I climbed up the staircase to
the room where books grow old,
I smelled the dust
of stories never told

Each spine is torn and rotted through,
the pages worn and gray
the darkness came
and stole the words away

I lost the sunlight then I lost the moon
I lost the pages I last read in June
The wind in the trees is a ghost of a thought
A future and past I already forgot
I lost the sunlight then I lost the moon
I lost the smell of my lover in June
The wind in the trees is the ghost of a thought
A future I already forgot

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