The Approaching Dusk Lyrics

Autumn left as it came.
Cloudy but the leaves have all changed.
Colder winter is here.
Freezing air crisp and so clear.
Light grows short again.
Will this winter end?

I will, I will resurrect what we were.
I will, I will wash my skin
become pure.

I guess that I am to blame.
Stasis, yeah you never change.
Scenery, it looks out of place. Repentance is not to your taste.
Angles become smooth as night distorts the truth.

I will, I will resurrect what we were.
I will, I will wash my skin
become pure.

A clock ticks down a cold sun.
Your actions cannot be undone.
Slow hours and more of the same.
Still searching for someone to blame.
The lights about to fade on our grand charade.
Angles become smooth as night distorts the truth

I will, I will resurrect what we were.
I will, I will shed my skin
become pure.