I Should Have Called Ms. Glen-Emmure

Why did September take them away from me? So hear me now, my silver goddess; for you I am your knight of swords Such cold hands I must have to make skin feel so far away So teach me how to say our last goodbyes Teach me how to die I bet you’ll love me more when I am gone And there must be another way out Fear not my brothers, there will be salvation Won’t you go for a ride? Let’s drink a Cerveza Won’t you go for a ride? And shed our ways So hear me now, my silver goddess; I swear one day you’ll be at my doorway Such cold hands I must have to make skin feel so far away So teach me how to say our last goodbyes Won’t you please... Won’t you teach me how to die? Won’t you love me more when I am gone? Once we shed our wings, is this what you call love?