The Sound of a Dying Tree

The sunset is dead unto you and me and everything that could be
The priestess from the East has flown out to the sea
No longer will she open her gates to me
I'm as lowly as a flea never to get free,

Of the every where we've been and all those memories
Was it sin or just a fool's jamboree?
The taste of love or just the sound of a dying tree
Come to me come to me come to me,

What is it that you think is wrong or right?
Could it be just the flickering of candle light?
Could it be could it be just another lonely night?
When you left instead of holding your partner tight,

Such a valiant fight such a valiant fight
Trying to fend off the endless night
Could it have occurred to you that you'd lost sight?
Did you ever distinguish from wrong or right?

No matter now no matter now it's all out of sight
No matter now no matter now it's all out of sight
The blood has spilled and the dove has taken flight
The blood has spilled and the dove has taken flight,

The priestess of the East has become ruler of the night
Dark thoughts that await thee the source of the plight
Should have thought it through the spear already in flight
It pierces the night it pierces the night this unholy night,

The sunset is dead unto you and me and everything that could be
The priestess from the East has flown out to the sea
No longer will she open her gates to me
I'm as lowly as a flea never to get free,

No matter now no matter now it's all out of sight
No matter now no matter now it's all out of sight
The blood has spilled and the dove has taken flight
The blood has spilled and the dove has taken flight.