No tables are left unturned
Every lesson lazily confirmed
But a shattered lock
Is the same as a winding clock
Both leave you needing air
Because there is no freedom here
From the battle I can't fear
So I mount the saddle
Upon her golden shadow
It takes me to your door
Where I plead my losing case
And with wine my bloods replaced
So I can hum the words
Sung by the nesting birds
They sing of you and I
Then I shutter at the touch
And I slip right through your clutch
But you'll return to him
And my broken limbs
Will entangle once again
But soon I'll be born a new
And my scowl will perform for you
You'll see the show
Though you already know
It ends with a hallow throne
The queen has fled the day
To be drown inside the bay
Where she'll meet her maker
The damnation of our Savior
Promises skies of grey
Just don't look up.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
No tables are left unturned
Every lesson lazily confirmed
But a shattered lock
Is the same as a winding clock
Both leave you needing air
Because there is no freedom here
From the battle I can't fear
So I mount the saddle
Upon her golden shadow
It takes me to your door
Where I plead my losing case
And with wine my bloods replaced
So I can hum the words
Sung by the nesting birds
They sing of you and I
Then I shutter at the touch
And I slip right through your clutch
But you'll return to him
And my broken limbs
Will entangle once again
But soon I'll be born a new
And my scowl will perform for you
You'll see the show
Though you already know
It ends with a hallow throne
The queen has fled the day
To be drown inside the bay
Where she'll meet her maker
The damnation of our Savior
Promises skies of grey
Just don't look up.
