Gedichte, Musiktexte und andere poetische Ergüsse #2

[Muhrray]

... and you wil know us by the Trail of Dead - How Near How Far

Looking back in time
Through verses set into nursery rhyme
At oil painted eyes
Of muses left behind
I swear I know not why
These eyes have always left me dry

She stands with arms stretched out
Towards the mountains and the clouds
Oil painted eyes
Blind yet hypnotized
I swear I know not why
These eyes have always left me dry

How near how far how lost they are

I've rendered every line
Every contour of a muse's eye
Painted in my eyes mind
On canvases of time
I swear I know not why
These eyes have always left me dry