Shaded দ্বারা the trees, calling out to the wind, I'm lying face-down crying
I saw a version of myself I didn't even recognize
On this গিটার I'm playing the melody of someone who's passed on
A তারকা falls in the grief of someone who'll never be seen again
Please don't go, no matter how much আপনি scream,
all it will do is quietly stir these কমলা petals
Saved on my soft brow,
I send the memories in my palm far away
An eternal farewell as I keep strumming
The হৃদয় of a child clinging to a gentle hand
The blazing wheels cast it off and continue on
On this গিটার I'm playing the grief of someone who's passed on
The strings in my হৃদয় being plucked at violently
In the pure white unstained দ্বারা sorrow,
the কমলা petals stirred in a summer shadow
Even if my soft brow is lost,
I'll ক্রুশ over the far off, red-stained sand
The rhythm of farewell
Branded into my memories, on the ever-turning earth,
there is something sprouting in remembrance
Sending off the dawn's carriage
Those কমলা petals are stirring somewhere even now
The peaceful daybreak I once saw
Until it is placed in my hands once more,
please don't let the light go out
The wheels are turning
I saw a version of myself I didn't even recognize
On this গিটার I'm playing the melody of someone who's passed on
A তারকা falls in the grief of someone who'll never be seen again
Please don't go, no matter how much আপনি scream,
all it will do is quietly stir these কমলা petals
Saved on my soft brow,
I send the memories in my palm far away
An eternal farewell as I keep strumming
The হৃদয় of a child clinging to a gentle hand
The blazing wheels cast it off and continue on
On this গিটার I'm playing the grief of someone who's passed on
The strings in my হৃদয় being plucked at violently
In the pure white unstained দ্বারা sorrow,
the কমলা petals stirred in a summer shadow
Even if my soft brow is lost,
I'll ক্রুশ over the far off, red-stained sand
The rhythm of farewell
Branded into my memories, on the ever-turning earth,
there is something sprouting in remembrance
Sending off the dawn's carriage
Those কমলা petals are stirring somewhere even now
The peaceful daybreak I once saw
Until it is placed in my hands once more,
please don't let the light go out
The wheels are turning
P.S.
I absolutely hated Frontlines...drove me up a friggin' wall.