This Shroud-Rose Windows

[ti:This Shroud] [ar:Rose Windows] [al:The Sun Dogs] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]This Shroud - Rose Windows [02:39.65]This Shroud of velvet roses blooms [02:47.68] [02:49.53]Completes the sound and crescendos before noon [02:57.95] [02:59.99]The older threads reach out to desert air [03:09.11] [03:10.51]Through dust they flail and are ensnared [03:19.75] [03:46.14]This ancient light reflects the glassy sky [03:54.96] [03:56.68]In return is seen the golden snake [04:05.44] [04:06.70]Out from it's mouth pour dreams of silenced songs [04:16.19] [04:16.98]This shroud is only what may come [04:26.14] [04:26.80]For all is known are dried up yesterdays [04:37.94] [04:38.68]Meadows out the windows warm the scene [04:44.72]As the wind goes mad [04:47.67] [04:56.00]The Sun silent shimmering; fades [05:03.44] [05:03.99]And every beam that beats the cloth is vague [05:10.07]As silver smoke creates a ladder to the sky [05:19.53]From the hood are slow and moving ghosts [05:26.15]One by one they return to the host [05:40.44] [05:46.95]Is it real [05:52.41] [05:57.16]Is it real [06:03.30] [06:07.53]Is it real [06:13.49] [06:17.49]Is it real [06:23.94] [07:08.52]As the shroud begins to slip [07:11.23]What is seen begins to fade away [07:16.43] [07:18.70]The sky reflects the mind and the sand begins to clear the day [07:27.23] [07:28.65]Without hesitation flies the summer's sweet sensation [07:38.80]The unveiling of the end