Florence from Florence by Pilgrims of Yearning

You were once a worshipped queen
These days you are despised and forgotten
People sit you on their knees
They spit on you wholeheartedly

But if only I was allowed to kiss your footprints
If I could always feel your breeze of grace

The current is so cold and loud
I can barely hear your whispers now
I’ve been searching for ages and miles
Sometimes you’ve given me a ray of light

But people walk in circles and fall over the horizon
Writhing in vanity and hunger

Dazed as a child, I bow at your silhouette
My heart races uncontrollably
You’re my captain in countless nights without stars
When I die please hold me tight in your arms

The lonely, the wicked, the forsaken
They all ring around your roses
You always will offer escape and solace
But only to those who will take the chance

But if only I was allowed to kiss your footprints
If I could always feel your breeze of grace

Dazed as a child, I bow at your silhouette
My heart races uncontrollably
You’re my captain in countless nights without stars
When I die please hold me tight ‘till you leave me

Out of my mind, I feel when I see your face
Your eyes will burn my soul relentlessly
You’re my rock and I won’t be lost if you take my hand
When I die please hold me tight in your arms

• Alternative
• Dark Wave
• dark alternative
• dark indie
• dark post-punk
• darkwave
• goth
• gothic
• indie rock
• new goth
• post-punk
• postpunk
• Boston