Calla

歌詞

Under the haze of a sepia sun The water witcher and the flame haired one Rowed down the river to Tintern Falls To meet the perfect end to it all The shouts of voices the cries of birds A hundred warnings not heeded or heard One in the other already drowned Lost in the rushing churning sound And Calla she was a deep running stream Pure and secret and strange And he was to her a bright shining moon To light up the dark of her days And when it was over just one remained Forever silent to what had been gained How to explain the madness away For love or for death what was done that day And Calla she was a deep running stream Pure and secret and strange And he was to her a bright shining moon To light up the dark of her days Calla you gonna be you gonna be the death of me Calla you gonna be you gonna be the death of me