And There Will Be No Grand Choirs To Sing

run until you feel your lungs bleeding

how many years i know i'll bear i found something in the woods somewhere

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

i've no language left to say it but all i do is quake to her breaking if i try convey it the broken love i make to her

i know who i am when i'm alone i'm something else when i see you you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need

i will not ask you where you came from i will not ask, and neither should you honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips we should just kiss like real people do

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her

so we're slaves to any semblance of touch lord, we should quit, but we love it too much

we'll lay here for years or for hours your hand in my hand, so still and discreet so long, we'd become the flowers we'd feed well the land and worry the sheep

there's something tragic about you something so magic about you don't you agree?

honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes i feel like a person for a moment of my life

would things be easier if there was a right way? honey, there is no right way

happy to lie back watch it burn and rust we tried the world good god, it wasn’t for us

feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, i lay my heart down with the rest at her feet fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile it's bloody and raw, but i swear it is sweet

no masters or kings when the ritual begins there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene only then i am human only then i am clean

be still, my indelible friend

you are unbreaking

thought quaking

though crazy

that’s just wasteland, baby

oh, the tale is the same

told before and told again

a soul that’s born in cold and rain

knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight