Weathered Tome

They're coming around again I've returned and they've been waiting Their aged offerings received and returned Passed through wet eyes I tremble as I feel them rolling in For my sins, the old ghosts know So chilling as I feel them mourn within My soul, as the mourning grows Unfold before me, turn back the page again. Twenty-four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending Shadows of glory shading my heart again Recall the summer when I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows I'm coming around again I've returned and no one's waiting I strain my eyes to see But it's so hard to read the old tags on fallen walls I tremble as I feel them rolling in For my sins, the old ghosts know So chilling as I feel them mourn within My soul, as the mourning grows Unfold before me, turn back the page again. Twenty-four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending Shadows of glory shading my heart again Recall the summer when I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows.