I will protect your solitude
Keep first watch over our expanse
Fast asleep you can fall in the balcony of Masonic Hall
To the sound of chainsaws dancing
Let go your head- I got it
I am baptized behind the lights all alone
Heaven bent to hell
Heaven herself, the tender warrior - I believe she sent for us
When she saw we were trying our best
Trying to be good
Trying to be kind
Try-trying to stay true
I'm trying, I just want to do right by you
Pale blue eyes
Warm red light
Olympia 1865
The brilliant life of a fly
Let go your head- I got it now
You are the blood in my song
See me spill over when it's sung
Will I spill all over everyone,
When you're gone?
Will I spill, spill
Will I spill, spill when you're gone
Gone, oh God, when you're gone
Gone
My blood will fill the ditch
My blood will bury the mountain
But for now it sits still in my mouth
Just waiting on the tip of my tongue