Burnt Letters letra

Behind your window the town is falling asleep.
My path is crowned with stars in a pre-dawn sky...
Your room is flooded with spring morning sunlight
My steps are hidden by december snowstorm
With an old white feather, drowned in raindrops
I write you letters on october leaves.
The winds will retell them to you in dreams
And spring will weave into your hair the song of may

Old Silver Key - Letras

• About Which An Old House Dreams
• Burnt Letters
• Cold Spring
• November Nights Insomnia
• Star Catcher