Peter Wolf Crier You're So High
Awake greeted from the grave Cold lips mumbling breath to save For you I would wait home By me I would take on you. Wrestling fighting on the stage Your heart pinned from mother's aches For you I would wait home By me I would take on you. Bleeding hands upon the stove Hiding from what no one knows For you I would name all silent fears Until you found your footsteps lying on the basement floor. Echoes, tears from forgotten times Swell on, suffocate then die For you I would wait home By me I would take on you. Blessings counted on all fours Kneeling upon open sores For you I would stand tall but I know I'm standing in your footsteps lying on the basement floor.
