Dew - Ex Makina

First form laced in dew

For a last cigarrette and the mazepine view

Cold winds blowing through

Don’t you reach out for me, cause I’m already through

Don’t you reach out for me, cause I’m already through

Last call, all in bloom

And your broken hands, they dress me in blue

Morning Star over the Dew

When it all breaks down I’m reaching out for you

Last call, all in bloom

And your broken hands, they dress me in blue

Morning Star over the Dew

When it all breaks down I’m reaching out for you

Last call, all in bloom

When it all breaks down I’m reaching out for you