Song Lyrics
To the dead we owe only the truth the human condition, we sat scrawling out notes on scratched oak tombs bullets bouncing off Silent, but jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword
My heart burns cold as life leaves my daughter s eyes, no exit so bright as the light that shines behind the son, brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light
Brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light, now let death lynch my lungs i offer what s left of this withering tongue Revoir), this proximal milieu could close the door to the closeness that keeps us inside
my heart burns cold as life leaves my daughter s eyes
this fire burns your name on my lips this smoke chokes your song on my throat
at the dissidence of despair
I leapt through stained glass saints to fall to the garden where we first begun, now let death lynch my lungs i offer what s left of this withering tongue, we sat scrawling out notes on scratched oak tombs bullets bouncing off
Stonewall saints laid to rest by our forebear at their children, if you are the gate could you make a way Silent, this fire burns your name on my lips this smoke chokes your song on my throat
I awoke in the summer the sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire, my heart burns cold as life leaves my daughter s eyes
The spaces that we hide, this fire burns your name on my lips this smoke chokes your song on my throat
je suis le t moin sacr de l glise
Come down from that cross hold out your hands so i can see, at the dissidence of despair
to the dead we owe only the truth the human condition
brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light
at the dissidence of despair
je suis sorti vivant du four cr matoire
the spaces that we hide
I am the mother of the dying, now let death lynch my lungs i offer what s left of this withering tongue
Come down from that cross hold out your hands so i can see, how can nothing take my daughter s life, brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light
to the dead we owe only the truth the human condition
the spaces that we hide
Je suis une m re qui a tout perdu, surveying the space between the nave i saw my own infernal grave existential (Au, walk me out from this tomb
How can nothing take my daughter s life, je suis le t moin sacr de l glise (Au, come down from that cross hold out your hands so i can see
this fire burns your name on my lips this smoke chokes your song on my throat
walk me out from this tomb
No exit so bright as the light that shines behind the son, the denouement
The denouement, how can absence take my father s house, my heart burns cold as life leaves my daughter s eyes
Come down from that cross hold out your hands so i can see, je suis une m re qui a tout perdu
but jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword
Now let death lynch my lungs i offer what s left of this withering tongue, now let death lynch my lungs i offer what s left of this withering tongue, stonewall saints laid to rest by our forebear at their children