Il testo della Ashes to onions

Hiding in the shower
Third floor recluse
Flying fifteen hours
Falling in the arms of two

Walking down the aisle
Exercise of absurdity
Each step feels like a mile
Images overcoming

Twisted ankles
Hot tub bemoans
Sneaking kisses
Burning coals

Driving through a bright day
Shoulder to shoulder
We all have our say
Evoking memories of these...

Ashes, blowing cold
Ashes, blowing cold