Texty: Tired Pony. The Place We Ran From. Pieces.

I see her from the deep garden
And her hair is soaking wet
The bedroom light is flickering
To the pounding of your heart
You close your eyes and count to ten
When they open you're asleep"
Slow your breathing down to meet
All the shadows and the ghosts
Pieces of your heart collapse
To the sound of beating drums
You can't contain it anymore so just let the madness come
There's something in the way she moves that just terrorises you
You try to piece confusing clues together in your head

I see you there, shining like a beacon
(Fabric tears) Fabric tears
My love burns for you
The enemy is in there with you right now
(Car engine) Car engine, still too hot to touch.

You're married to her in your mind
And she loves you like a son
Yearning for a place in time
And a hope to call your own
Smashed into you hard enough
That you will not soon forget
He wants her like a sword and sheild
And he wants her here and now

I see you there
You are my only empire
(Call you name) I call your name but it becomes the wind
(A sudden lurge) A sudden lurge, a quickening of footfalls
(Bible held) A Bible held above me like an axe.