Follow your shadow down to the ocean
And get swept up by the sea
All that I've done to you
Such a wicked, wicked roaming
And all your words can try
but there are things that words can't say
As you cower under our graves
I swear I saw her in her golden armor
Float up around the house.
She came down and put her song into my mouth
Her voice lights up the darkest staircase
I'm home when you're around
But there are things that songs can't say
As I cower under your graves
Am I hopeless? I trust you
But where are we walking to?
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