Devotion - Silver Snakes

Meet me at the line we’ll find a way

To run across the coals they placed around

Tightrope walking to my scar lit home

Sullen eyes the cold will keep you out

We’re dead as the dawn

He sees his only son

Complaint to the jackal

To weigh the heart

To turn the tide

Down to the marrow

Bell, book and candle

To who choose to sanctify

The truth from a lion’s pride

Looking to the sound

To be the evidence

Allowed through the night

Look past ourselves

To where the sky begins

Its all a dead world held out to the light

The light

Until the light… goes away

Away