Letra de The Silver Cord

She's bathed in her last chance to grow Pulled the drain now her years start to shy Vacuum of space she has become Her voice has caused his worst mourning Her waning moons met his as he rests her head and voiced a calm response "We are all making mistakes until the mind believes We are all making mistakes until the mind reprieves" Wish the well dry in soiling conditions Bait then release; for life should not be sought to seek alone He's bathed in rainfall filled with woe "Her ghost is young It is mine that should have rised" Vacuum of space we have become Her voice has caused his worst morning His waxing moons met hers as she wished him well and voiced a calm pardon "We are all making mistakes until the mind believes We are all making mistakes until the mind reprieves" Wish the well dry in soiling conditions Bait then release; for life should not be sought to seek alone