A Heart Arcane

(álbum: Cynic's New Year - 2012)

There was the thinnest wind dying away
It's so cold inside you go
It's where you mean to stay, night and day
It won't leave or wane
Everyday was born the same

Your starving for sure
Your searching for words
The last thing you heard
You're turning a page
They're telling you now
You're dying of young age

It was a year so wild not a month was tame
It's where your friends all foul your name
While you would drag your feet
You're inclined to do the same
Can you believe what they done?
Gave you half of what's left, which was none

Your starving for sure
Your searching for words
The last thing you heard
You're turning a page
They're telling you now
You're dying of young age

Time don't change
With a heart arcane
Everyday was born the same

Despite what I do
Every ending begins
The start of something new