Text: Opeth. Ghost Reveries. Isolation Years.

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
"Die alone"
Know she's 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 knows he's gone

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