Cemetery Serenade
Striking my heart like the ores of coal
Crumbling down onto the ground
On my knees I can't find salvation
I cannot find Him
The reasons differ between you and I, you see
I don't need Him
I fight my own wars every day, I don't need a book to lead the way
It's like asking for guidance while at the Stanley
Through the eyes of a king, a bit obscene
Striking my heart like the ores of coal
I feel as if this will be my last love
Through heavy breaths I find some hope
Some hope that perhaps you will stay
If you decide to walk away, I will walk too
Through the frosty mist of Moffat