[00:06.690] When I get off the train and I crawl in your bed
[00:12.620] The past rolls away
[00:15.280] A lifetime of dread travels through all of the fables I've read and they don't come back until the morning
[00:33.950] If I knew where my mind went tucked beneath your thighs
[00:39.820] I'd go there more often
[00:42.410] I'd never arise
[00:44.620] Like the straw man collector your words hypnotize
[00:49.890] But I won't check my pockets till the morning
[01:01.270] Your lips they surround me in a halo of dreams
[01:07.150] They show me things my eyes never could've seen
[01:11.940] Like the tombstone raider who shined on Gallali
[01:17.420] Whose candle burnt brightly till the morning
[01:28.650] The law of God and man is in a state of disrepair
[01:34.800] Shallow is the grave, its headstone bare
[01:39.980] The long forgotten child of our lady of air
[01:45.160] Who couldn't hear the robins sing that morning
[01:56.180] My fingers they touch you and fill your eyes with song
[02:02.140] My spirit tells my body that my spirit don't belong
[02:07.380] But the right is far more righteous in a world of wrong
[02:12.430] And the night is pitch black until the morning
[02:24.050] The saints who are slaughtered are alive like you or me
[02:29.560] Their prisons were the world—their home eternity
[02:34.810] Their bodies bound and beaten but their spirit proud and free
[02:39.650] But are we left crippled in our mourning?
[02:51.150] When I get off the train and I crawl in your bed
[02:56.930] The past rolls away
[02:59.580] A lifetime of dread travels through all of the fables I've read and they don't come back until the morning

When I get off the train and I crawl in your bed
The past rolls away
A lifetime of dread travels through all of the fables I've read and they don't come back until the morning
If I knew where my mind went tucked beneath your thighs
I'd go there more often
I'd never arise
Like the straw man collector your words hypnotize
But I won't check my pockets till the morning
Your lips they surround me in a halo of dreams
They show me things my eyes never could've seen
Like the tombstone raider who shined on Gallali
Whose candle burnt brightly till the morning
The law of God and man is in a state of disrepair
Shallow is the grave, its headstone bare
The long forgotten child of our lady of air
Who couldn't hear the robins sing that morning
My fingers they touch you and fill your eyes with song
My spirit tells my body that my spirit don't belong
But the right is far more righteous in a world of wrong
And the night is pitch black until the morning
The saints who are slaughtered are alive like you or me
Their prisons were the world—their home eternity
Their bodies bound and beaten but their spirit proud and free
But are we left crippled in our mourning?
When I get off the train and I crawl in your bed
The past rolls away
A lifetime of dread travels through all of the fables I've read and they don't come back until the morning