You bet we fight Until pressed against six feet of distance and earth Yeah, we make mistakes that our fathers have made and my troubles come up from earth
My teeth,grit, fierce and I bed to you, understand Grace is my name Tongues run amok and fangs will breed on fangs
So keep your secrets into the mattress and prey they dont escape It's the impossible act of buildings our bridges much faster then they burn Stay, cause i can't afford the distance shadowing my heart and what good is a sinner if we haven't got grace
Save the son, my troubles across the land They keep their secrets in the mattress Discard, im trying to keep in the right hands Medic I have given up all my weapons and I have headed home - (Dan Smith of Listener) I can see the words inside your silence but I can't speak about your pain for you. How long can you burn for anyways? Turning over and back again with tongues ablaze like lions without teeth, hungry.
Staring at the forest of flames and our eyes just talking with the trees. If we could drift long enough we'll be home. Sails blown by the fire within, pushing me to you.
And you can live inside of me. Sewn together. Breaking, inhaling, growing and breaking again and again. You are a part of me. You are my home and im your home and I'm no place you want to be.
So im out here again, sparks hid behind my teeth. I wont say a word for fear of failure spreading it. It takes some of us longer to get to our dead ends now. Oh blood stained with loose living, ran through charcoal hearts to make it red.
And we can be on fire again you and I. Do you want this? Well say what you want. Say what you mean. We can talk, lung to closed ear. Head inside a hand turning over again together. Cut up for the cheap heat sunning through our veins.
We can lay brick by broken brick our ashes pushed in between and build this wall back home to where we want to be. We are not our own, we are the same. -
Let fangs give birth to fangs but i cant walk away. Let them breed.