The Invitation Lyrics

With a shortness of breath

And a decaying mind

As you disrobe, I long for a time

In which my aching heart resides

The coldness of your touch

Kept me in line

The invitation reads to me

Of all the things I could of been

I spill the ink and tear the leaves

And reminisce of faded dreams

With a bygone touch

And time of sin

A loss of words and a love worn thin

Your letter received in a bind

I, a forgotten soul

Left behind

The invitation reads to me

Of all the things I could of been

I spill the ink and tear the leaves

And reminisce of faded dreams