We burn our own Heaven

So? It's winter again!

Every morning is a fresh start -

New fragrances all over the place, chirping of birds from morn to day.

I want to sleep with faded glory, but this stupid mind goes far away.

The vestiges of past still reminisce with this soul so tired,

Nightmares are fun until we bury our deepest desire.

I still want to sleep with faded glory, same mistakes ain't forgiven,

Because, we do burn our own heaven.