Testo di Mountain Halo

Father now, listen close. You have become another ghost, Just like me. Just like me. Now flowers fall from your glass, A bitter taste, The girl is back In dancing lights. Dancing lights, flowers fall. A bitter taste, the glass if full An empty hand. Dancing lights, Flowers float, Bitter taste, The glsss is full. An empty hand. An empty set of colors crawl Through the door and to the hall, The knife is dull. The knife is dull.