Self Portrait Keaton Henson
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[Verse 1]
The sun brings up yesterday's evils
And drags them back into the sky
I have not long enough arms, my love
To reach for the curtains of life
The days have a thing for believers
As the night has its hands in your eyes
And it may not just be tomorrow
It may be the rest of your life
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Here is a song for the lonely
And a prayer whispered into the night
For a withered cunt with a broken love
And a thorn wedged in his side
[Chorus]
Food for the worms
Blood for the trees to grow
Muscle and bone
Arrogant soul
Song for the birds
Covered in apathy
Carving goodbye
In the back of your throne
This is the fight
Losing my sanity
Losing my mind
Find it my home
I don't blame me
I'm growing old
The sun brings up yesterday's evils
And drags them back into the sky
I have not long enough arms, my love
To reach for the curtains of life
The days have a thing for believers
As the night has its hands in your eyes
And it may not just be tomorrow
It may be the rest of your life
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Here is a song for the lonely
And a prayer whispered into the night
For a withered cunt with a broken love
And a thorn wedged in his side
[Chorus]
Food for the worms
Blood for the trees to grow
Muscle and bone
Arrogant soul
Song for the birds
Covered in apathy
Carving goodbye
In the back of your throne
This is the fight
Losing my sanity
Losing my mind
Find it my home
I don't blame me
I'm growing old
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