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Like carillon bells, the house of rings
With the echoing hymn of my passerine, they took to it
a fox to a burrow, like an eagle to an aerie
And my god, it's getting hard to even hum a single

You were the song I'd always sing
You were the light that the would bring
But I shake this feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into your again

See, my birds of a kind, they more and more are looking
than any little messiah
And as I prune my feathers like from a vine
I find that we fewer and fewer in kind, but

My palms and fingers still of gasoline
From throwing fuel to the fire of that dream
the holy rock to melt the gilded seams
It bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that

You were the song that I'd sing
You were the light that the fire would
But I can't shake this feeling I was only
Pushing the spear your side again
And again and

he comes a knocking at my door
What am I to do, What am I to do, oh
When the wind rolls in form the north
What am I to do, What am I to do, oh

When he a knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh
When the wind rolls in form the north
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord

When he comes a at my door
What am I to do, am I to do, oh lord
When the wind rolls in form the north
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord