We meet in the middle, cryptic, non-committal
What can become broke without being held?
I don't get it for a minute
I promise you I'll figure it out
You won't sleep sound tonight
You've been tucked in way too tight to run
Away from the plague
Patiently waiting for these winds to change
You won't notice until you feel the sting
Death from above is a glorious thing
Hear it sing, the whistle of the steel overhead
Do you feel that sword sticking in your back
Do you feel alive?
Do you feel
You won't sleep sound tonight
You've been tucked in way too tight to run
Away from the plague
Patiently waiting
Patiently waiting
Patiently waiting for these winds to change
These are the holes we've dug
Lay down your bones
These are the holes we've dug
Lay down your bones
These are the holes we've dug
Lay down your bones
These are the holes we've dug
Lay down your bones
