Interpret:

Opeth

Album:

Ghost Reveries

There's a sense of longing in me 
As I read Rosemary's letter 
Her writing's honest 
Can't forget the years she's lost 


In isolation 
She talks about her love 
And as I read 
"I'll die alone" 
I know she was aching 
There's a certain detail seen here 
The pen must have slipped to the side 
And left a stain 
Next to his name 
She knew he was gone 


And isolation 
Is all that would remain 
"The wound in me is pouring out 
To rest on a lover's shore"