alternatively tuned acoustic guitars dripping with electric guitars riffs and an almost medieval style of storytelling.A new sound, A new style.This is what we
Hear my word..See my voice..Have to leave..Have no choice.
Hear my word..See my voice..Must move on..Have no choice.
Gone are the days when she was running oh so freely..
Here are the days when she stands alone.
Gone are the things I wanted..
Gone are the silent screams..
Gone are the dreams I fashioned..
Gone you know you are to be.
Remember skipping stones along the ocean shoreline..
Remember the night we held the moon in our eyes..
Remember the rain singing songs upon the window..
Remember when the trees seemed too tall for you to climb.
Gone are the dreams I fashioned..
Gone are the silent screams..
Gone are the things I wanted..
Gone you know we are to be.
Hear my word..See my voice..Have to leave..Have no choice.
Hear my word..see my voice..Must move on..Have no choice.
..Water swells in her glass eye of future things unseen..
..She only dreams of pinwheel smiles and walks on velvet green.
Hear my words..See my voice..Have to leave..Have no choice.
Hear my words..See my voice..Must move on..Have no choice.
Have no choice..Have no choice..Must move on.
