Strange Kind of Death (Demo)

It's a strange kind of death

When the hand remains

But the heart has left

I guess

The heavens must have wept for us

From the smell of the rain in your hair

To the unanswered prayers on your breath

How many secrets have they kept safe for you

Why don't they answer when I call

All those nights painting crosses on the wall

I signed for the blame

But I took the fall

Always crawling back to you

It's a bastard of a debt

When its paid in full

But still they come to collect

I guess thats exactly what you get

When you trade all of your dreams for a share

But the only hope that you have left

Are the warning signs I choose to accept

And you why don't you answer when I call

Streets realign and lead me to your door

I'm not sure what I came here for

Always to come crawling back to

Isn't it strange

Isn't it strange

Isn't it strange

Isn't it strange