The Last Pale Light In The West
Ben Nichols
The Last Pale Light In The West
Verse 1:
In my hands I hold the ashes, in my veins black pitch runs
In my chest the fire catches. In my way, the settin sun
Dark clouds gather 'round me. To the west, the soul is bound
And I will go on ahead, free. There's a light yet to be found
Chorus:
The last pale light in the west
The last pale light in the west
Verse 2:
And I ask for no redemption in this cold n' barren place
Still I see a faint reflection and so by it got my way
Chorus:
The last pale light in the west
The last pale light in the west