Don't bring him home, your quartz and your gold
Bring him all of your breeze and your cold
Paint it in red and on the wall above the bed
Brush in the bloodline and the canvas in your head
Take him to the trenches and hide all your house
Dig into the tombs of the wise behind your house
Take him at their word that you'll never be this alone again
Break all his cups and burn all the clothes
Death's got his sting back, he's limping in the woods
Weeping by the hundreds, miss the wonders and the flux
He breaks down your locks and he breaks down your clocks
Take him to the trenches and hide all your house
Dig into the tombs of the wise behind your house
Take him at their word that you'll never be this alone again
Dive under silence and hide all your house
Dig into the tombs of the wise behind your house
Take him at their word that you'll never be this alone again
Take him at their word that you'll never be this alone again
Take him at their word that you'll never be this alone again