
Date of issue: 21.02.2011
Record label: Sacred Bones
Song language: English
Weary |
Drawing closer with most every breath |
She had found the notion queer in fact |
And left it by the bed |
She had barely found a place to rest her head |
We are not weary |
We are not welcome any more |
And if the dawn should never break |
She found that she could never be |
So full of grief |
Full of grief |
She was thrown out with the dogs |
And was feeding off their anger to a frenzy |
As they vainly licked their chops |
Oh so stubborn as an ox |
She had grown to see the light |
In the vanity of night |
There was nothing but a handshake left to bind |
She had blown it past the cobwebs of her mind |
We are not weary |
We are not welcome anymore |
And if the dawn should never break |
She found that she could never be |
So full of grief |
Full of grief |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Casting Thorns | 2011 |
New West | 2011 |
Monsters | 2011 |
The Dead Sea | 2011 |
Through the Fear | 2011 |
Garden of Delights | 2012 |