My Byzantine, my feral sheep
I'm digging up your memory in the garden
Crying out my green eyes now
'cause you've built another love in life
It's pulling out your grapevine
Hearing your creeping thoughts

And you're free enough to realize
The chains were keeping you alive
And that fence hid all the wicked sights
Now you see, see

And it's that beggar's shame
That's lifting up my shirt
And putting labels on my hurt
And every lesson that I've learned
Is just a word

The oldest face you've ever worn
Was back before the moon rose in the window
Your worry lines and sunburned scars
Have disappeared, and so have I
Underneath the ivy fields
Where we were born

And it was your faintest hope
That was burying your pride
Underneath a train station at night
When you discovered you had died
And you were scared

My arrow-head, my minaret
Your singing voice is wearing thin
But I don't think I can let you in
Because I'm done, I'm done


Lyrics submitted by SephNite

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