Gallows Song - Foxblood

Remember I thought I’d die on the ride home?\nDelirium tremens from the alcohol\nYou’d put up with more shit than most normal folk\nThe cracks were showing, you’d had enough\nSo I talked to God, and he called off the dogs\nBut it was too late, because you’d already gone\nAdrift alone in this empty home\nLike every good empire, we bent until we broke\nAn empty bag bones, full of bad coffee and smoke\nSwinging to the gallows' song\nSwinging to the gallows' song\nNow I pace the hallways with all the lights on\nI’ve lived here for years now, but I still get lost\nOnly existing, no more than a ghost\nOne mortal shell where a man once played host\nAdrift alone in this empty home\nLike every good empire, we bent until we broke\nAn empty bag of bones, full of bad coffee and smoke\nSwinging to the gallows' song\nSwinging to the gallows' song\nLet’s leave it behind, let’s go somewhere evergreen\nThere’s blood on my hands, but I took some time\nAnd I have since washed them clean\nThere’s wine on your breath, and nothing is as it seems\nMost things are lost on me\nBut never the irony\nSo I talked to God, and he called off the dogs\nDid I set the fires, and make all the floods?\nFor all of the things I’ve swept under the rug\nThe damage is done, and I’ve done quite enough\nAdrift alone in this empty home\nLike every good empire, we bent until we broke\nAn empty bag of bones, full of bad coffee and smoke\nSwinging to the gallows' song\nSwinging to the gallows' song\nThe song, the song\nSwinging to the gallows' song