Tapped Rivers Lyrics

Awoke to the grey morning light which creeps in,
thrilling the objects and my ashen skin,
The warm vapours and still slumbering sheets' fragrance.
Now we're desperately embracing the days for no reason
while the tapped veins of autumn
keep on shedding the pouring rains.
turning numb to their glassy caress,
we disappear
from the days
from the memories
from the entries
from the vividness
from the sight of each other
to relentless
inevitable
death.