Red Sky
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โฑ๏ธ 5:02 duration
๐ ID: 12734985
๐ Lyrics
Red sky, high tide
Seek the ash and oak
Wayside, must decide
Before the sky turns to smoke
Slow glow haze, where the wild things stay
Weathered and weary, pale and bleak
The night bloom is what you seek
As time draws near, let us be clear
An offering must be made
The bitterness sets in
Too numb, I succumb
Where did these thoughts all stem?
And when did all the lies begin?
Am I condemned?
As the silence rings in my ears, I am reminded of the sign
Am I even fine?
When will Summer pass?
What debt have I amassed?
Looking through the glass
Dead eyes looking towards the past
Soon in time the frost will sing
And my bitter breath will still sting
My life is a part of the design
In a state of refine
I am misaligned
As dull days become more dreary
(Inside myself)
My empty eyes grow weary
(Everything is a winter)
Just a man who's waiting to die
(A bitter end)
Winter is coming, am I next in line?
(What if there is nothing there at all?)
Red sky, high tide
Seek the ash and oak
Wayside, must decide
Before the sky turns to smoke
Slow glow haze
A hint of iron and pine
Burning and leaving no trace behind
From my distant mind
I am misaligned
And can't seem to find
I can't seem to find
The Red Sky that is burned in my mind
In time
Am I just a man that's waiting to die?
Seek the ash and oak
Wayside, must decide
Before the sky turns to smoke
Slow glow haze, where the wild things stay
Weathered and weary, pale and bleak
The night bloom is what you seek
As time draws near, let us be clear
An offering must be made
The bitterness sets in
Too numb, I succumb
Where did these thoughts all stem?
And when did all the lies begin?
Am I condemned?
As the silence rings in my ears, I am reminded of the sign
Am I even fine?
When will Summer pass?
What debt have I amassed?
Looking through the glass
Dead eyes looking towards the past
Soon in time the frost will sing
And my bitter breath will still sting
My life is a part of the design
In a state of refine
I am misaligned
As dull days become more dreary
(Inside myself)
My empty eyes grow weary
(Everything is a winter)
Just a man who's waiting to die
(A bitter end)
Winter is coming, am I next in line?
(What if there is nothing there at all?)
Red sky, high tide
Seek the ash and oak
Wayside, must decide
Before the sky turns to smoke
Slow glow haze
A hint of iron and pine
Burning and leaving no trace behind
From my distant mind
I am misaligned
And can't seem to find
I can't seem to find
The Red Sky that is burned in my mind
In time
Am I just a man that's waiting to die?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:34.43] Red sky, high tide
[00:37.32] Seek the ash and oak
[00:39.95] Wayside, must decide
[00:46.27] Before the sky turns to smoke
[00:50.18] Slow glow haze, where the wild things stay
[00:55.49] Weathered and weary, pale and bleak
[00:59.69] The night bloom is what you seek
[01:04.33] As time draws near, let us be clear
[01:06.33] An offering must be made
[01:25.79] The bitterness sets in
[01:30.18] Too numb, I succumb
[01:33.80] Where did these thoughts all stem?
[01:36.71] And when did all the lies begin?
[01:40.37] Am I condemned?
[01:42.94] As the silence rings in my ears, I am reminded of the sign
[01:49.47] Am I even fine?
[01:51.33] When will Summer pass?
[01:53.45] What debt have I amassed?
[01:55.75] Looking through the glass
[01:57.89] Dead eyes looking towards the past
[02:00.48] Soon in time the frost will sing
[02:04.36] And my bitter breath will still sting
[02:08.57] My life is a part of the design
[02:13.06] In a state of refine
[02:15.13] I am misaligned
[02:33.91] As dull days become more dreary
[02:37.06] (Inside myself)
[02:38.04] My empty eyes grow weary
[02:40.78] (Everything is a winter)
[02:42.35] Just a man who's waiting to die
[02:45.49] (A bitter end)
[02:46.73] Winter is coming, am I next in line?
[02:49.38] (What if there is nothing there at all?)
[03:12.84] Red sky, high tide
[03:16.08] Seek the ash and oak
[03:18.66] Wayside, must decide
[03:24.84] Before the sky turns to smoke
[03:28.57] Slow glow haze
[03:30.87] A hint of iron and pine
[03:32.16] Burning and leaving no trace behind
[03:36.87] From my distant mind
[03:41.06] I am misaligned
[03:45.75] And can't seem to find
[03:54.96] I can't seem to find
[03:57.73] The Red Sky that is burned in my mind
[04:14.29] In time
[04:18.64] Am I just a man that's waiting to die?
[04:24.95]
[00:37.32] Seek the ash and oak
[00:39.95] Wayside, must decide
[00:46.27] Before the sky turns to smoke
[00:50.18] Slow glow haze, where the wild things stay
[00:55.49] Weathered and weary, pale and bleak
[00:59.69] The night bloom is what you seek
[01:04.33] As time draws near, let us be clear
[01:06.33] An offering must be made
[01:25.79] The bitterness sets in
[01:30.18] Too numb, I succumb
[01:33.80] Where did these thoughts all stem?
[01:36.71] And when did all the lies begin?
[01:40.37] Am I condemned?
[01:42.94] As the silence rings in my ears, I am reminded of the sign
[01:49.47] Am I even fine?
[01:51.33] When will Summer pass?
[01:53.45] What debt have I amassed?
[01:55.75] Looking through the glass
[01:57.89] Dead eyes looking towards the past
[02:00.48] Soon in time the frost will sing
[02:04.36] And my bitter breath will still sting
[02:08.57] My life is a part of the design
[02:13.06] In a state of refine
[02:15.13] I am misaligned
[02:33.91] As dull days become more dreary
[02:37.06] (Inside myself)
[02:38.04] My empty eyes grow weary
[02:40.78] (Everything is a winter)
[02:42.35] Just a man who's waiting to die
[02:45.49] (A bitter end)
[02:46.73] Winter is coming, am I next in line?
[02:49.38] (What if there is nothing there at all?)
[03:12.84] Red sky, high tide
[03:16.08] Seek the ash and oak
[03:18.66] Wayside, must decide
[03:24.84] Before the sky turns to smoke
[03:28.57] Slow glow haze
[03:30.87] A hint of iron and pine
[03:32.16] Burning and leaving no trace behind
[03:36.87] From my distant mind
[03:41.06] I am misaligned
[03:45.75] And can't seem to find
[03:54.96] I can't seem to find
[03:57.73] The Red Sky that is burned in my mind
[04:14.29] In time
[04:18.64] Am I just a man that's waiting to die?
[04:24.95]