In every specter,
There lies a spectrum—
Of days gone by—
Gone too soon.
In the rush of wind,
The crush of waves,
The blush of sunsets,
There is you.
in every specter, a spectrum
In every specter,
There lies a spectrum—
Of days gone by—
Gone too soon.
In the rush of wind,
The crush of waves,
The blush of sunsets,
There is you.
