Testo 7 hours late Swallow The Sun

7 hours late

Forgive me father!
I was 7 hours late,
and now you're gone.

But I made it next to
you as I promised,
dressed you for your
last journey.

I'm dead to you now,
still holding the words
that were left unsaid.

Couldn't burden you with the
sorrows that crushed my chest.
Couldn't find the right time to share
those words why the days passed away.

I'm dead to you now,
and will be until my own heart
sees the fallen veil of night.

Until the curtains open for me
to walk the same moonlit silver trail,
I always will be 7 hours late.

Carrying the pain of knowing
that you never knew why we both
went through the days apart but with
the same shadows in our hearts.

I can't never tell you why I wasn't there
until they bury me in the same soil,
until we meet again I will be 7 hours late.

These rooms of shadows,
echoes on these walls,
this empire of loneliness.

Still feeling the presence,
your soul still lingering
here for a while.

And the dark that pours in
through the night-side window,
and the light that fades
into the woods.

Like fireflies dancing
between the rusted trees,
the light that escaped from my side.

Glowing in the woods,
waving its last goodbye
until its gone.
And then it's dark!