And I wanted to see it, the crease and the curve of the skin
Four words got me in again and again again
But my friend, it was the light just behind us, I knew we never could keep up
The beds we make, the steps we take, are graves we fill everydayRoof top views of city buildings gathered
Where the sun sets on them steals the eye
Touch the streets with feet in hurried measure
Our discretion means we never lieWe never have to lieYou stole my eyes, so you I will take
You are the test of our grace
Threads become lines, we cross till they break
And they break from the seams to the bodies of menThe illusion was ours, it was joy and it was rapture
I would have settled for capture, but a lost life found my bed
And all the wages of another and the secret is no longer mine
Warm the body like so many others
Your discretion means we never lieWe never have to lieYou stole my eyes, so you I will take
You are the test of our grace
Threads become lines, we cross till they break
and They break from the seams to the bodies of men(We will lie we will take
Withered and Crushed the fire and the fate
You will die for our sake
We will see the world in the blood)Time says we are meant to suffer slink back to the retch
I called him home
I never wanted them to wither or be crushed by the weight
The choice was all his own
How could I have known
The simple answers that hold people to the fire and their fateWait and see for yourself it's in the blood
it's in the blood, the whole world is in the bloodI'd rather tell you how I ruled the world and never stopped
But this heart mine is shaking like a spinning top
And as it slows all my sins have caught the last of meThat reflection in the water tells a story true
But it's the last thing you want staring back at you
And wrinkled hands weak from plunder barely stir this awayThere were years where our faces stayed in front us
There were moments we forgot what this really was
But the death of a memory, is the death we carryWe're desperate and dead set, we carry reasons in our chests
We reset and forget, the songs we sing are for the blessed
Don't take this personally, your quiet exit stole the show
The regrets are all said
Kings and kingdoms come and go
Songwriters
CARTER MATTHEW D, MORRELL TOBY JAMES, POWELL DAVIDPublished by
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