Dawn... Behold The Mourning

So let me go
I'm not clean
I'm not prepared

And now the mourning
Takes over my being

The cold dawn
Show your face
Puts me in ecstasy

You turn to me
And ask why God is never there?

Our last look intersects
Our heat goes out

The ghost in the shell disappears
Your memories slowly dissolve

Our last look intersects
Our heat goes out