歌词
I'm dying to hold it, your ashen heart
Beating its rot into my brain, feed me your disdain
Semitones off from each other, despondent lover I held you in dissolving arms
Within without, the price of the devout
I called your name
I sang your praises from the corners of a cell
I bore your cross for you while living in your hell
Coiled, negotiating the branches of intellect and the cynic in you
Pushing the mountains we moved back into our view
As the pieces fell in place
A feeling hate could not erase
I sang your praises from the corners of a cell
I bore your cross for you while living in your hell
I wore myself down against your walls
I tore myself down
I wore myself down against your walls, a lone figure within, another without
I wore myself down against your walls, a lone figure within, another without
I begged for another summer
It never came
I thought that I'd be safe here
You told me we'd be safe here