Thanatos Songtext
von The Grass Museum

The iron coloured peaks
Are no longer perfect
The webs in her labrynth
Are no longer restless

She holds time like a pen
And says she′ll make me free
She holds me like I'm hers
But her paper cuts age me

I′m surrounded by her pages
By the crowds and the serpents
By the soil and the bird nests

I cried to the sun
She rained in response
I begged for one more
But she took me home


She holds life by a thread
Just a name on her pages
She holds me like I'm hers
But just like the rest, it ages

She folds me like I'm hers
She surrounds me with her pages
It ages

She said its time
But I′m not ready
To go

She said its time
But I′m not ready
To go

She holds life by a thread
She surrounds me with her pages
It ages