Codeine Lyrics - Chant

The minstrel plays false hope as the organ grinds 

Cathedrals falling timbers 

Help keep time 

From the higher you fall 

The more it takes time 

Codeine wrestles with 

The thief of night 

And there's nothing left to do 

One pirouette please 

In cinnamon shoes 

Catch that flight 

With Mississippi blues 

While codeine wrestles with 

The thief of the night 

Yes, my friend it's all in the waiting 

The little things that drive you crazy 

It happened so fast 

In the blink of an eye 

The ghosts of the past 

That play tricks on the mind 

See the girl stand there 

Without a care 

The wind called Gale 

Blows her silly string hair 

Shadows dance on a wall 

By candle light 

While codeine wrestles with 

The thief of the night