Sanoja: Comes A Horseman. The Sinking Ship. The Insects And Their Friends.

Oh black flowers,
oh black flowers,
oh black flowers,
oh in her eyes,

Waking all these tears that I find upon myself,
Bleeding Shadows walking by,

Waving to the insects,
the insects and their friends
Digging through the ditches, this life will never end,
They'll come home they'll stand up to counter depression,
Healing with the ancients it's all they talk about,

Heal them Lord,
Heal them Lord,
Heal them Lord,
Heal them Lord,

solo interlude

Having time to, rest your eyes
Having time to, heal your mind


(Thanks to Christopher Turner for these lyrics)