Texty: Amy Millan. Masters Of The Burial. Towers.

Wild one
Won't you wait with the light on
Warn the weary the night comes
Birds can lose their nerve
Hollowed and unheard

The crossed heart
Yellow worded and hard up
The crowded clown on your knees
With so many to please
No room for who you leave

Towers make shadows
You got it all

Sandstorms
Wind around my passport
Invisible hours
I wonder how time will paint your face
A memory erases

The last look
You let me in
Unsplit us
lets make up
The bitter makes me tired
Water the fire

Towers make shadows
You want it all