I awoke to the sound of alarms Delicate and caving in Drenched in my own This faith is coming with me Days inch by grown weary as we sleep April has become
Well lately i've been anchored, Grinding nerves to dust by the hour, All my eyes see is dissaray, This crushing weight becomes me, It gathers on the surface
I cant lose anything. I watched you run from the demons that drown you. Wash the blood from your hands. From the darkest of days, to the deadliest sands
Untangle me from my detest Untangle my wreck Slowly but surely were dining in A table full of regret Alive inside Never thought I'd get back here Starting
Another wave crashes down, found alone. They were always meant to... make amends Another year comes crashing down, With all the weight and all the sound
No matter how many nights we kill to save. Fires to flames, chasing me through the poison rain. I lied awake and ran it over and over and over. To the
From sky stars fell out into graves, Breathing while dying Companies of ghosts remain Alone with, with the sea And as they fade away..... Late night
Take deeps breaths in and gather the night A hole that's hardly summed up by taking away Time unlocks the stall When there's nothing left to lose, nothing
lives Violence Through the changing guards Through the grinding away And their furious marching By gathering the holy light And weathering A castaway
Can you hear the call of a blood-seated song singing "battered old castaways why don't you come home?" It's a long way back, but we're gonna go home
Castaways, gypsies of the dawn Angels out of darkness with Nowhere to belong Bound together, we've been cast Into the storm Castaways, children of the
There's a place your mother goes When everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of beacon street And if you listen, you can hear her weeping
You slept in your overalls After the wrecking ball Bereft you of house and home And left you with sweet fuck-all So we got in your car With our kickabout
By the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light I may have gone too far I may have gone too much, too long I'm a dull and witless boy In the after bars
This cocoon, caught in Vesuvius' shadow Only the ashes remain And I waited there for you Why couldn't you? Here we lie waiting for something to startle
Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of a setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents To light a little white candle For
And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of Birkenau And I recall in spring The perfume that the air would bring To the indolent town
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it
