The Devil's Outside

The steeple is gone and the devil’s outside

Jane has gone crazy and she won’t come inside

The window i peer through as I kneel on the floor

I see her long hair she won’t coem to the door

How do we stay safe from the cold in our grave?

How do we stay safe from the cold in our grave?

Porcelain strings hang to the ground

Concentric circles walked round and round

Holding a bottle in the other hand

She pours the water onto the sand

How do we stay safe from the cold in our grave?

How do we stay safe from the cold in our grave?

The tree right beside you has died a thousand times

It withers and fades in the absence of real time

And I might be with you in this wasteland

But I’m hiding, I’m hiding I hope to be gone

How do we stay safe from the cold in our grave?

How do we stay safe from the cold in our grave?

How do we stay safe from the cold in our grave?

How do we stay safe from the cold in our grave?