Her Last Home Song Lyrics
Her Last Home by Dementor Just like oil on canvassÅ
Touch of red, mostly blackÅ
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from youÅ
WeepsÅ shadowÅ
Cries Å sparkleÅ
ÓShe sleeps, she sleepsÅÔ
Once in time, there she was,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being hisÅ
Now she is like a torn flower,
AloneÅ
Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all aloneÅ