Mithya - Ashes Lyrics

Eyes slowly open
Panicked voices fill the air
Another passing consumes like fire
It burns. It rips the heart from soul
Of hallways, stairwells known, there's nothing left to hold
There's nothing left at all
Light nor shadow, soot nor sun, painted pictures are dreams once lingered on. Oh how?
Paint us a dove whose feathers fall like ashes
Paint us a dove, let brush take form of a word
Like fire, speak
It burns. It rips the heart from soul
Of hallways, stairwells known, there's nothing left to hold
There's nothing left at all
Won't you paint us a dove? Won't you paint us, exactly as you would
(A storyteller weaves his wings - a tapestry unraveling)