My bones they grow cold
as the healing takes hold
and the bodies pull down
so that their ground can speak
and the blood in me boils
As you ice over
so I push my hands
deep under the snow
will you lean on the door
will you kill this wounded light
a moments decsion
struck down with doubt
Will you lean on the door
will you hold on to the last of the light
my eyes roll back
to see the other side
My frame it was not
when I was remade
in the secret place
so will you let this
let this silver dissolve
into the deep
hot river of gold
will you lean on the door
will you kill this wounded light
a moments decsion
struck down with doubt
Will you lean on the door
will you hold on to the last of the light
my eyes roll back
to see the other side
will you leeeean
will you leeeean
Will you lean?