Octavia

Figurines in dusty frames
Day becomes ghostly white
And not the same

There's no emotion here
Just cold, unclear
Now you're everywhere
Nowhere but the ages I'm awake

Calls to make and things to sell
Ashes in and mourn thee well

There's no emotion here
Just cold, unclear
Now you're everywhere
Nowhere but the ages I'm awake

There's no emotion here
Now you're everywhere
Nowhere but the ages
There's no emotion here
Just cold, unclear
Now you're everywhere
Nowhere but the ages I'm awake