Who’s been sleeping in your bed? Who’s been sneaking round your head? Who’s that knocking at your door? Who’s that lying on your the floor?
That snake is a man Crawling on his knees and hands The past is written in stars The future written in sand The calm before the storm
Take a bite Of that sinful fruit Ill conceived, Ill repute Your house of cards Wears a dead mans suit We’ve lost all faith in you Don’t deny the painful truth You’ve lost all faith in you
That snake is a man Driving nails into his hands The past is a falling star Tenets written in sand Caught out in the storm
The calm before the storm…
Go tell your tales of valor To your toothless congregation Weave fallacies Oh righteous one How your lonesome dove eclipsed the sun While your ghost haunted the only one Who’s tragic life’s defined by love