Like a fountain thrown, the soiled blood runs into me.
There are things messing up my ways.
Tomorrow he's a drunk head, healing saw knuckles in his sleeve.
These are things messing up my ways.
Taking back my love keys, trading them all for his heart.
Don't flee from this falsehood, like oaks in a strong gate.
The bed fills the silts with the corpse.
Could I ever feel these roots?
And my fate holds me down, divided and alive.
Sound of silence, silence, elegy.
The broken bloodline, ongoing repeat.
Staring at the darkness, I'm waiting for a ghost to arrive.
Tell me all is alright.
I've seen my lonely graveyard.
I walked around with death in my dreams.
This is my way of falling free.
And my fate holds me down, divided and alive.
Oh, here in your big old book of cries.
I've been laying here a moon to rise.
I'm looking through my father's eyes.
I see a gaze that'll never make a cry.
I see a gaze that'll never make a cry.