Static Age Lights In The Attic
The hours spin and turn around
and mary mother runs aground
the ocean comes to meet her feet
and begs for birth from falling trees
sounds of water
sounds of rain
to liquor lips
and sounds of trains
that's the world i'll give to you
cause that's the way it's always been
a glimmer in the growing dark
with the faintest cry from fragile hearts
the war is on the war is lost
all doors are open until they're locked
when serpents rest on every branch
and mother mercy's breathed her last
the sky will come down to quiet us all
our cities will rise up until they fall
in the distance sirens call
the world is getting louder now
