Make me a Candle that warms
Through the emptiest storms in your arms
Dream me the Indian Ocean
Absent and cold as my heart
Grey is the ugliest color
Red is the darkest of souls
The taste of our birthdays are over
Now give me a rope and a Shovel
Glory, Glory from all angles
Heaven please send me a crown
I don’t miss the face of your anger
So send me a Rose and come down
My teeth have been used for tearing
My Tongue sings the filthiest song
This coat keeps me warm from the coldness that hides
And the Wildness from entering my mouth
May the fastest of runners keep up
Show me a fallen savior
Make me a man who will sleep all night
You are the emptiest Wish
You are the unspoken number
Added together it’s over it’s over
Sing Glory, Glory forever
Wrap me and fill me with life
Kiss me and turn all my levers
Turn me away when its time
The Comets are coming tomorrow
Young lovers are already dead
The sins of our fathers will linger forever
To make me your own Figurehead
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