You bet we fight
Until pressed against six feet of distance and earth
Yeah, we make mistakes that our fathers have made
and my troubles come up from earth
My teeth,grit, fierce and I bed to you, understand
Grace is my name
Tongues run amok and fangs will breed on fangs
So keep your secrets into the mattress and prey they dont escape
It's the impossible act of buildings
our bridges much faster then they burn
Stay, cause i can't afford the distance shadowing my heart
and what good is a sinner if we haven't got grace
Save the son, my troubles across the land
They keep their secrets in the mattress
Discard, im trying to keep in the right hands
Medic I have given up all my weapons
and I have headed home
(Dan Smith of Listener)
I can see the words inside your silence
but I can't speak about your pain for you.
How long can you burn for anyways?
Turning over and back again
with tongues ablaze like lions without teeth, hungry.
Staring at the forest of flames
and our eyes just talking with the trees.
If we could drift long enough we'll be home.
Sails blown by the fire within,
pushing me to you.
And you can live inside of me.
Sewn together. Breaking, inhaling, growing and breaking again and again.
You are a part of me.
You are my home and im your home
and I'm no place you want to be.
So im out here again,
sparks hid behind my teeth.
I wont say a word for fear of failure spreading it.
It takes some of us longer to get to our dead ends now.
Oh blood stained with loose living,
ran through charcoal hearts to make it red.
And we can be on fire again you and I.
Do you want this?
Well say what you want.
Say what you mean.
We can talk, lung to closed ear.
Head inside a hand turning over again together.
Cut up for the cheap heat sunning through our veins.
We can lay brick by broken brick
our ashes pushed in between
and build this wall back home to where we want to be.
We are not our own, we are the same.
Let fangs give birth to fangs but i cant walk away.
Let them breed.