O zachodzie słońca

follow you down to the red oak tree

as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds

names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave

Zatrzymana w połowie drogi do światła

 

That's halted midway to the light
Waiting for a strike of wind
That will release it from the trap

I'm a chest of suffering painted gold.

Midway To The Light

Easter!