John Mark Mcmillan Visceral
A visceral love runs the length of our veins
As we sit above the miles of pain
Till all of our fears become skinny ones
And from your window I can see a kingdom come
Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust
What remains at the end of us
Our skinny fears for our cold resolve
When from your window I can see the ages dawn
Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)
Everybody folds (up against the water)
Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)
Everybody folds, everybody folds
Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust
What remains at the end of us
Our skinny fears for our cold resolve
When from your rooftop I can see the ages dawn
Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)
Everybody folds (up against the water)
Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)
Everybody folds, everybody folds
Memories rust and trophies fade
In the remnants of our glory days
Will we regret the thing that we've made
From your table I can see a better way
