We don't know how to stay in the work of decay and it hovers over me I'm carrying a tomb A sleeping dormant womb and invitation inward
Oh death
We don't know how to stay in the work of decay and it hovers over me I'm carrying a tomb A sleeping dormant womb and invitation inward
And the shadowlands are costly filled with the lonely and it's oh so holy There's a truth that I might miss If i stay in life's first kiss I can let it go now