Grandma Lyrics – Spires That In The Sunset Rise

Under the tree, in plain sight
You saw the grass, green
For the last time
You will travel like a storm

The seasons tuck
Like the {?} wants to stretch
’round everything it’s found
Grandma, grandma

Grandma
The morning sky clouds, in plain sight
A cold storm from the burning ground
Our ashes shade the waves

The corpse reflected like a heat wave
Shone in shade
Grandma, grandma
Grandma

What calls from the burning hands
We would not know
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Spires That In The Sunset Rise Lyrics – Grandma

Spires That In The Sunset Rise

Grandma