Ébène Fumé

Lends his soul Sleeping on He leaves the soil And lays the bodies, bodies, bodies over yesterday And Harley's soul Bleaches on Leaves the story He lets it go And lays the bodies, bodies, bodies over yesterday Upon the stones you laid That love will last forever I won't throw your candles away In fact, they'll always stay alighted It's diluted but bright The last to see the story of your life Hey, would it be bright At last, you see the stories of my life You generously dream Through fallen limbs of heaven To dream, into an odyssey For fallen leaves Like lovers It's diluted but bright The pleasure to hear you talking in my mind And I alluded my mind, since last I saw the stories of my life Sun, lends his soul Sleeping on He leaves the soil And lays the bodies, bodies, bodies over yesterday And Harley's soul Bleaches on Leaves the story He lets it go And lays the bodies, bodies, bodies over yesterday