The click of the lock
The chime of the bell
The groaning of timber
And the etchings in my cell
There's marks on the pavement
There's chalk on the floor
The choir invisible is knocking
Knocking
Knocking
Knocking
I wanna lie to you and tell you this is over
I wanna say this is for the best
But when you're hanging from the rafters in my attic
You know I'll never let you down
This is not, the hill, that we die on
Blood beneath the rose
And now I'm caught, between the thorns
And I can't stop bleeding
I've made a habit of spilling secrets that I shouldn't
But I've got holes between my teeth
I wouldn't say I do this for a living
I do my best to earn my keep
This will not, be the cross, that we bear
Blood beneath the rose
And now I'm caught, between the thorns
And I can't stop the bleeding
Everything you have
And everything you need
Everything is broken
And the rest was meant to be
I know this isn't easy, but it's better late than forever
You've got copper and clover, on the back of my tongue
I got the dust from your armor, in my lungs
And the choir invisible, comes knocking, knocking
