Evening

Wither In Bloom
Here we begin It's face had a grin I don't know whether to sin Lean on my back again I wasn't there The comets falling through air His mists of ashes roll clear Oh, he's gone He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, yeah Let's begin at the end With a face I let in I don't know whether to sin Lean on my back again I wasn't there The comets falling through air His mists of ashes roll clear And he's gone He's gone, he's gone, he's gone now From Letras Mania