Laid below, every time white lilies grow
Pushing up through powdered snow
Let the sparrows know
If I could, I would hold your face right here,
Never let it disappear
But my hands betray me each time
In repent I feed my caution
Friends submerge in the distortion
We catch our smiles and pin them up
In some unholy cover up
And I know it will follow
For the rest of the show
Like an uncanny moon
Flooding into my room.
And I know, it will follow
But there's no love or light inside of a cocoon
End of days, a marching band begins to play
A hopeful, and a fine parade
Pray our lilies grow
In repent I feed my caution
My friends submerge in the distortion
We catch our smiles and pin them up
In some unholy cover up
And I know it will follow
For the rest of the show
Like an uncanny moon
Flooding into my room
And I know it will follow
But there's no love or light inside of a cocoon
And I know it will follow
For the rest of the show
Like an uncanny moon
Flooding into my room
And I know it will follow
But there's no love or light inside of a cocoon
