You'd never know that Marrow was a glowing place, beautiful, before her tarnished heart lost its way so long, so long Gone are the colors, the apples and gems each hunger answered with more Above and below she has rotted away so long, so long
The great market calls from canopied stalls but a ghost town is all you will find Purses large and small gold coins changing palms gone paper and ruin and lost time
Seventh sons and golden ball daughters can take their own lives to hand I have been to the city of Marrow and I have come out again.
Fear not the wind of wasting its howling is not for you It's only an echo now within the hearts of those just passing through
Beauty is lost in translation no savoring what is devoured I look at my lover and only see bones No one looks under the skin now.
Fear not the wind of wasting its cries are not for you They're only echoes now within the hearts of those just passing through
Beauty is lost in translation no savoring what is devoured No one looks under the skin anymore There's only the wind now
when seventh sons and golden ball daughters take their own lives to hand fear not the city of Marrow for you will come out again I have been to the city of Marrow and I have come out again
Fear not the wind of wasting Its cries are not for you They're only an echo now within the hearts of those just passing through Fear not the wind of wasting Its howling is not for you It's only an echo now within the hearts of those just passing through the hearts of those long ago passed through
I have been to the city of Marrow and I have come out again.