The Folly

Marty Willson-Piper, Niko Röhlcke

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Seasons change and rearrange
The textures in the trees
Then you arrive like bright sunlight
And bring me to my knees

I question all my foolish acts
But answers never come
I realize that my demise
Is here and I'm undone

This is the folly of the soul
As victims we are one

When all good reason leaves the room
And lands me here with you
Better judgement flown away
I have you through and through

No matter what the seasons tell
Of warnings and of change
My fate is not for me to say
Unable to arrange

This is the folly of the soul
As victims we are saved