I watched you slide,
Shuttered inside.
He cornered you in;
Buried you in sin.
This is for real,
This thing that you feel.
Each time you hide
You let him decide
It is getting late. The night has come too soon.
He is leading you up to his sacred room.
This is the only way to make up for what you've done.
He will cast you out if you attempt to run.
His holy disguise
Covers his lies.
He uses your fear
To draw you near.
When you let it show
A long time ago
You let in the tide;
You let him decide.
It is getting late. The night has come too soon.
He is leading you up to his sacred room.
This is the only way to make up for what you've done.
He will cast you out if you attempt to run.
That day long ago when you thought you were alone
Is something for which you'll never atone.
Do you really believe that he can save your soul
Before his depravity has taken it's toll?
Well he'll layer the guilt if you let him talk
And he'll threaten to hurt you if you dare to walk
Away from his power, but it's all in your head.
You can choose to believe in something else instead.
You can choose to believe in something else instead.
you can choose to believe in something good instead.
credits
from This Life,
released April 23, 2009
Drums, bass, acoustic guitar, vocals - Simon Fairbairn
Lead guitar - Dunstan Blay
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