From the infinite ache
Which confronts us at loves wake
Where absence grows within the eyes but for now
Everything is sacred right here in the twilight
Burgundy hands just a memory
The future is such a foreign land
Will blue rivers still carry life
While the skin forever grows tired
Roll on in the precious hours where love is being born
Roll on
Roll on you need forget the fear of being worn
Roll on, Roll on
Beauty seasons break
Snow only buries thorns
And litter loneliness upon sidewalks
Where the hurt are being born
One can feel infinity
And isolation within one city
Sadness keeps on seeping out from shadows next to where nothing stands
With no idea what we're on about, we can't hold ice with burning hands
Roll on in the precious hours where love is being born
Roll on
Roll on while you forget the fear of being worn
Roll on, Roll on
Roll On
Roll On
Roll On
Roll On
Roll on in the precious hours where love is being born
Roll on
Roll on while you forget the fear of being worn
Roll on, Roll on