Oh my love, what have we become?
Maelstrom, Avalon. In earth we once were still young
So tell me dear Flora, what will you do
When all of your earthtones, fade into blue?
Fade into blue
Fragile figurines, melt like glass down the back of our silver stream
Frozen hallow thoughts; if you sleep, I will keep your love here with me
So tell me dear Flora, what will you do,
When all of your earthtones, fade into blue?
Fade into blue
I need an answer, won't you concede
Your withering branches are wrought with disease
Wrought with disease