When the world holds out its flag. the sun will fall across the plain,. I will hold out my hands and take the blame. And when the weather falls too cold,.
I lost my British soul. Pulling out the corpse. Sheltering in the trenches again. Crying for remorse. I laid my arms down. Walked away in a trance. There's parts of me laid out.
Now I will run you like a threat. Because my wounded eyes will see again,. Make peace with the sky its rain may give you hope,. But no siren will call, brace your love for the fall.
The darkness hides your eyes, though it's not for me to tell,. you never treat me kind, you think that I'm unwell,. it's such a shame, it's a shame.. You tried to give me up and flirted with my time,.
I see papers and papers. Stacked up in formation. Which mean much before. They're lining in the fire. . As a bottomless heat goes. To harness your anger.
Heaven is a place where people die pretty. Skies don't lie and there's cash in the kitty. Running from the rocks, there's water for the lips. To ease your mouth and bathe your fist.
And the night it rests like a hammer blow. And breaks the morning it brings. The mad men are down on the crypt floor. Sleeping through their favours and sins.
I'm pale I've brought it back to winter tales,. So spare the ghosts around my neck. the winds against the sails,. I'm shivering up a storm of roadside pines,.
For you my love, for you my love. . So barricade the doors and stop the heart. that you've been holding. And throw the words you hold so dear. from the letter you've been softly folding.
My day is death. My night is dark. My love won't answer the call. With the rain like steel upon my face. My heart is certain to fall. . Now I'm tired of sins corrupting me.