A Cipher In A Foreign Sky (Raised By Swans)

I don't feel it I don't feel it anymore the city drowns it self heard the sirens from the shore I won't suffer this I won't suffer this for you fields of orchids burn and left here standing, frozen through Your star Through the scars Through the scars I'll find your light again Dreaming it's cheap as apathy the future atrophies the more I dream Still I crawl inside your grave for those lost november days Your star through the scars through the scars I'll find your light again