There will be many nights alone to pour the kerosene.
Scissors cut harness free, the spotlight on the bed of the serene.
And when you call me out in victory.
It's been a long night, and I still came up missing.
And I touch to believe.
I gather my faith to help me sleep.
Stare deep from the south.
Watermarked and straightened all out.
Lions spit broken teeth when armies of insects surround.
And when you call me out in victory, come call me out and gather me.
Hearts tear out in victory
Rest Inside The Flames
- Ill Go Until My Heart Sto..
- Felt Through A Phone Line
- ON ANY GIVEN NIGHT
- THE GREAT DESCENT
- MIDNIGHT SWIM
- WILL PULL THIS IN BY HAND
- WE CANNOT DENY
- Between The Anchor And Th..
- THE CITY IGNITES