Flurry fountains
Giant mountains
Suttle countin'

Be there 'round ten
Bring your brown kin
Quiet sound pins

Gully found men
Near my loud tent
Playing Cloudfin

Baker's poundin'
Dough is roundin'

Forget clowns n'
Bring her, bound in

Then surround zen
Eat a crowned din'

Sleep, profound bins
The mighty drowned wind



Jonathan's Lyrics
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As we watch the sun fade into the ever growing horizen
We begin to feel a sense of loss

And as if on cue the lights begin to fade
I swear I said I said I like it better this way

This is the last night you call this the last time
This is the last time you call it a mistake

Fading dreams fall into a restless night
Call it what you want, but know that that won't change a thing

Peace and love have no value in this place
A tired soul sinks into the ashes if what once was
Pay no mind to the beating heart, for now its only white noise

Time is up on your stone cold masquerade
These ashes will once again give way to something more