Pitch Black Mourning

(Album: Audrey Horne - 2010)

All of these thoughts that come running through my head, they seem to be distorted pictures
Memories of how I first got to this point, through a blurry polaroid
Days in the wilderness, lost in the emptiness. All my thoughts are clouded by
The pitch black mourning of something long gone, a ghost without a name

Ghost without a name
Ghost without a name
Ghost without a name

When mourning comes, it screams so loud
Cracking up again
Wash the blood and hide the evidence
The sun arise, it burns my eyes
Well, I never thought it would come to this... my dear

Crashed on the way down, my head first into the ground
Bloodstains lead the way home for me
Follow the trail from the ground to the wrist to these pale, anemic eyes
Erase and rewind, throw it all back in time. Tell me, will I still remember you?
And how comes, the last thing I see as I pass out, is you fading to black

When mourning comes, it screams so loud
Cracking up again
Wash the blood and hide the evidence
The sun arise, it burns my eyes
Well, I never thought it would come to this... my dear