Without you I cannot confide in anything
The hope is pale designed in light of dreams you bring
Summer's gone, the day is done [bad word] tonight
Biding time, leaving the line and out of sight

One moonlit shadow on the wall
 [bad word] in its own creation
Veiled in the darkness of this fall
Is this the end - manifestation 

 [bad word] in me, your poison seething in my veins
This skin is old and stained by late September rains
final word from me would be the first for you
The rest is long but I'll go on inside and through

One moonlit shadow on the wall
 [bad word] in its own creation
Veiled in the darkness of this fall
Is this the end - manifestation 

Patterns in the ivy
patterns in the ivy