The ghosts are talking outside my window
I see them walking, in glowing meadows
In glowing meadows
Fall’s harvest angels who turn the soil
I hear their bangles, I share their toils
In glowing meadows, I hear their toils
In glowing meadows, I hear their toils
Once we were living, once but no longer
The night creeps nearer, the sun gets swallowed
In glowing meadows, the sun gets swallowed
In glowing meadows, the sun gets swallowed
There’s no tomorrows, I sleep to wake
I stray from sorrows, no rest I take
In glowing meadow no rest I take
In glowing meadow no rest I take
No rest I take