Sad Lovers & Giants Seven Kinds Of Sin
With golden wings of fire
He’s flown away across the fields
Nobody answers when he calls
I knew this time would come
Like winters hand of frozen steel
Riding a stallion down the hall
Seven times I’ve heard my conscience cry
I’ve never worked out why I need to live this tainted life
I cast a careless glance
Into the lake of my desires
Such are reflections on all that’s passed
And if I stare too hard
The ripples dance and call me liar
How do they know me I’ve never asked?
Seven times I’ve heard my conscience cry
I’ve never worked out why i need to live this tainted life
I’m waking up at last
With bitter after tastes of guilt
Shooting deserters we fired at will
And there’s a silhouette
A faceless shape that we have built
Scratching the dirt on the distant hills
Seven times I’ve heard my conscience cry
I’ve never worked out why I need to live this tainted life
How do i feel right now?
Suddenly I’m not sure
Slowly we all fall down
Like broken horses
