I will protect your solitude
I'll keep first watch over our expanse
Fast asleep you can fall in the balcony of masonic hall
To the sound of chainsaws dancing
Let go your head
I got it

I am baptized behind the lights all alone
Heaven bent to hell
Heaven-herself — the tender warrior
I believe she sent for us when she
Saw that we were trying our best

Trying to be good
Trying to be kind
Trying to stay true
Try, I just want to do right by you
Pale blue eyes
Warm red light
Olympia 1865
The brilliant life of a fly
Let go your head
I got it now

You are the blood in my song
See me spill over when it's sung
Will I spill all over everyone when you're gone?
Oh, God!

My blood will fill the ditch
My blood will bury the mountain
But for now it sits still in my mouth
Just waiting on the tip of my tongue