The New York Room - I Still Hear Your Name lyrics

In the thaw of coldest winter Rage the storms of my black spring Grows the thorns in my black garden Haunts me with your suffering In the cold of deepest water I will place the candles on your alter I will drown my body beneath the waves And swim to you into this grave In the chains of cruelest silence Screams the pain of oldest violence Silencing the broken dream Muffling the dying scream In the smoke of burning embers Rise the days that I remember Float the ways that came before And brings me back to you once more I still hear your name (like an open grave)