Crimson Colored Mantel
Thomas Hughes
The golden glom of the sun is slowly wilting
Above the lifeless
Behind before it begun, I've just been quilting
The likeness, the likeness
Wake up the neighbors
Blow out all of their candles
Don't fear the savior falling off of the crimson colored mantel
Exhausted off of the fumes from pressing flowers
(Until they rotted)
Spend all my time in a room and count the hours
You got it, you got it
Wake up the neighbors
Blow out all of their candlеs
Don't fear the savior falling off of the crimson colorеd mantel
Wake up the neighbors
Blow out all of their candles
Don't fear the savior falling off of the crimson colored mantel