Theres a wild beast howling over the hills tonight. The smell of foreign air in familiar light. And in the broken homes your arms could never mend lay the ghost of ages nestled hard inside your bed. I was always jealous of all the time it'd spend.
And your hair seemed brighter from a hopeless winter Oh abandon that your body lends all our myths uncovered. How we'd never brave to face each other.
Oh the loneliness that made it's presence clear in the threat that there's a better place than here. Are our bodies left to wander in our lives? Or be piled like branches, and set to light? We'll leave those smokestack histories to burn into the night.
And your hair seemed brighter from a hopeless winter Oh abandon that your body lends all our myths uncovered. How we'd never brave to face each other.
And our friends, how time has loved to cripple them. And all the love sick songs before, I swore to rid of them. And your hands were my branches. And your hands were my branches.