Millersdale Songtext
von William Doyle

And so everything fell upon me
Cascading indefinitely
But in a sense I felt it cement
My place in it all, my resolve
I opened up and bloomed
From a house that is no longer mine to behold


One residence wrapped in ivy
And terraced life tilting slightly
The shade of grief is condensed between
The glazing that framed every scene
Immense and exhalant mess
That was floating and wild and free

It′s no golden age or golden longing
Just iron-cast, monolithic
Reminders of the lack of a tether
As light as the days were alive
The open fire, the flames of creation
The flames of a lessening dread