Lyrics Conjuror - Art Of Fighting

Conjuror

I woke up to the drums
The sizzle and the throb
And the boy became the father’s son
The rhythm and the riddle
The chaos in the middle
And the cross-eyed, crazy, desperate love
The cold wind that blows in the lungs of the night
The scar on the chest of the day is so bright
And while you’re awake
While you’re still here
I’ll whisper away
Maybe you’ll hear
Swing with you 'til the end
Darkness cannot descend
Too far
Saw a plover up above
Dancing off the bluff
It was trying to get somewhere again
But little bit by little
The wings became too brittle
We’re so stubborn and we still pretend
The cold wind that blows in the lungs of the night
The scar on the chest of the day is so bright
And while you’re awake
While you’re still here
I’ll whisper away
Maybe you’ll hear
I’ll swing with you 'til the end
Darkness will not descend
Too far