Plumage - Thou of Lyon Lyrics

Dreams align like constellations on his beard
Each and every night I remember Transylvanian autumn

There is a disappointment in this sunken mask
Like the sun has fallen from the crest of his lime green nose
We had so many plans to chase the path of distant memories
Through grey fur we set sail to unpopulated cities

This was my first time visiting no one
I was just lingering thinking no one was home

Keep this boy outside
This city is empty
Let him forgive you