The Bleeding
(words & music: Barthold)
Trees cut the wounded sky
Of autumn it hangs dead
Clouded in silver
Of autumn it hangs dead
Like a voice from within begging me to stay
The same as the one telling me to get away
Deep in my heartache
Scattered like leaves lies love´s light
Gather me up
And hold me through the night
Like a voice from within begging me to stay
The same as the one telling me to get away
Your beauty is a wound in me
Serene in virginity