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My bell tower's ringing but it isn't you singing |
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we don't know that song anymore |
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and winter bones breaking if it ain't shook it's shaking |
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this tangle of fate outside my door |
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Oh threadbare in peril this cold christmas carol |
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we jump from the bridge in our mind |
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it's one for the money, at two you go hungry |
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my blue shoes are draggin the line |
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Leave a lantern, on the trail |
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I'm not asking for much just your meadowsweet touch |
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If by morning you're ready to sail |
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don't wait for so long cause you know that I'm gone |
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You can lock up your treasure and take drastic measures |
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we march toward the grave all the same |
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it's a short life of trouble your church turns to rubble |
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and beauty has never had a name |
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well my head's in your branches, I squandered my chances |
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I've given the last I can give |
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this empire's falling the pace is appalling |
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how can a poor man stand such time and live |
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So leave a lantern on the trail |
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I'm not asking for much just your meadowsweet touch |
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If by morning you're ready to sail |
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don't wait for so long cause you know that I'm gone |
