Cantus Christi vow
As today I say farewell to you
I can see me now
From a height, as if I were you
I turn to Zenith now
All there is, is the scent of you
I can see me now,
As today I say farewell to you
There is always, however, a small gap
Between the sea and the sky
Where I retreat to take a break
From those monotonic chants clocking our passing time
There behind a crowd of clouds bathed in Sun
I behold these pictures to you
And that's how it goes
A song always comes to an end
Then a few more bits of silence
In a composition of stagnant water and seagulls sad
I bring your laughter back to light
And your life, which you always felt as stolen?
Has (always) been there instead
Just afraid of blooming, of us
Novembre - Cantus Christi Lyrics
Novembre - Cantus Christi Lyrics
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Cantus Christi vow
As today I say farewell to you
I can see me now
From a height, as if I were you
I turn to Zenith now
All there is, is the scent of you
I can see me now,
As today I say farewell to you
There is always, however, a small gap
Between the sea and the sky
Where I retreat to take a break
From those monotonic chants clocking our passing time
There behind a crowd of clouds bathed in Sun
I behold these pictures to you
And that's how it goes
A song always comes to an end
Then a few more bits of silence
In a composition of stagnant water and seagulls sad
I bring your laughter back to light
And your life, which you always felt as stolen?
Has (always) been there instead
Just afraid of blooming, of us
As today I say farewell to you
I can see me now
From a height, as if I were you
I turn to Zenith now
All there is, is the scent of you
I can see me now,
As today I say farewell to you
There is always, however, a small gap
Between the sea and the sky
Where I retreat to take a break
From those monotonic chants clocking our passing time
There behind a crowd of clouds bathed in Sun
I behold these pictures to you
And that's how it goes
A song always comes to an end
Then a few more bits of silence
In a composition of stagnant water and seagulls sad
I bring your laughter back to light
And your life, which you always felt as stolen?
Has (always) been there instead
Just afraid of blooming, of us