Searched without his eyes,
behind the sun.
Kept wandering hopelessly.
From time he could never run.
Still this place had silence.
His moment of warmth.
This place, a mere mirror
with filters he wished could last.
The mirror always walked away.
Regained sight was to come.
Day's sleep was the only relief,
but still he came treasureless home.
- 专辑:From Below
- 歌手:The Fall of Every Season
- 歌曲:Sisyphean