| Tracing oil trails and streaks of black
|
| Serpentine, to certainties that never leave you
|
| Impact at the start of the escape
|
| Far away, where no-one's coming to relieve you
|
| Excandescent star, swallowing your heart
|
| Excandescent star, swallowing your heart
|
| Betrayal’s bible is handmade and heavyweight
|
| And best of all it’s open ended
|
| Excandescent star, swallowing your heart
|
| Excandescent star, swallowing your heart
|
| Why do you stay if nothings left to save?
|
| Eyewitness at the gate there to validate
|
| The claim that faith is not too far from fate
|
| Sealed to the page, the place you might be safe
|
| The weapon comes to cure the wound; |
| it’s overdue
|
| You keep the evidence to prove it
|
| And read the scraps like clinging leaves of tea
|
| But all I see is accidents, so rise above it
|
| Excandescent star, swallowing your heart
|
| Excandescent star, swallowing your heart
|
| Why do you stay if nothings left to save?
|
| Eyewitness at the gate there to validate
|
| The claim that faith is not too far from fate
|
| Sealed to the page, the place you might be safe
|
| Is this superstition the one thing to add up?
|
| Your trust that everything will turn to dust
|
| Is evidence enough
|
| Betrayal’s bible is handmade and heavyweight
|
| And best of all it’s open ended
|
| Why do you stay if nothings left to save?
|
| Eyewitness at the gate there to validate
|
| The claim that faith is not too far from fate
|
| Sealed to the page, the place you might be safe |