Misdirection

I get cold in the quiet Against the sound of the sleep The night is young and discomforting So bring on the fire And the weighted love And the misdirection of this holy dove Cue the pilot That brings in the east Words are heavy when you're down on your knees And I still can't remember The warmth of September Cause the same stars that cover you, they cover me Who's to say Love is war With so much confusion bout what you're fighting for And as fate should have it I'm lying alone Just pale flesh and buried bone