William Doyle - Millersdale Lyrics

And so everything fell upon me
Cascading indefinitely

But in a sense
I felt it cement my place in it all, my resolve

I opened up
And bloomed from a house
That is no longer mine to behold

One residence wrapped in ivy.
End terrace life, tilting slightly.

The shape of grief is condensed between
The glazing that framed every scene

Immense and excellent mess
That was floating wild free

It's no golden age, or golden longing.
Just iron cast, monolithic

Reminders of the lack of a tether
As light as the days were alive

The open fire
The flames of creation
The flames of a lessening dread