Red Pillars - The Dance of The Trees

Fogs of wicked ways
Splinters of hopeful lust
Evenings that fog the brain

Wandering for what?
Sifting through many days
Partial to wicked ways

Darker then a winter storm
Could have been the glass-
the fog of my window
Evil dreams or fantasies
Here's another reason why I bother

Colder days
Could of had a coat, but lost along the way
Some will see, the shell of me
I need another reason why I bother

In the depths of a man-
with a world in his hand
Pills to numb the pain, hardly there but feeling vain
Need a simple trick, to keep me sick, please
Oh yeah, I've got reason why

The winter storm
Could have been the glass-
the fog of my window
Evil dreams or fantasies
Here's another reason why i bother

Colder days
Could of had a coat, but lost along the way
Some will see, the shell of me
I need another reason why I bother

In the depths of the sand
Making glass in our hands
Headaches like a train, passing through a fragile brain
Need a simple trick, to keep me sick, please
Oh yeah, Ive got reason why

There is a window, so special to me
The way the wind blows, the dance of the trees
Could be the devil, the likes of a girl
I have a mess of a--a mess of a world

Fogs of wicked ways
Splinters of hopeful lust
Evenings that fog the brain

Wandering for what?
Sifting through many days
Partial to wicked ways

There is a window, so special to me
The way the wind blows, the dance of the trees
Could be a devil, the likes of a girl
I have a mess of a--a mess of a world

Fogs of wicked ways
Splinters of hopeful lust
Evenings that fog the brain

Wandering for what?
Sifting through many days
Partial to wicked ways

Written by:
Michael Escobar

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