Glowing ash illuminated the naked branches of the trees Flowers flow like ghosts unharmed, in the middle of the stream The stale taste of smoke still permeates the air But embers have yet to touch this earth, in which our homes both share
As the owl feather falls, despite the wind The comfort of its flight helps me to understand The reasons for the time in which were in It blows away the doubt, and the ashes fall like
Snow The ashes fall like snow The ashes fall like snow The ashes fall like snow
Painted on your daughters face with the mud the rain had made Then we all began to play make believe and left the bills unpaid
As the owl feather falls, despite the wind The comfort of its flight helps me to understand The reasons for the time in which were in It blows away the doubt, and the ashes fall like
Snow The ashes fall like snow The ashes fall like snow The ashes fall like snow