Unrequited Deafheaven

Bowing to a monolith of grief
Obsessing over discord
Daydreaming of nights
That led my staggering steps to nowhere

Bathing in the Summer night’s cold
And in the black of night
I feel so old

I feel so worn, quartered, and torn

Hung from the post
Where my brothers once sung
Cut from the tie
Where my sanity binds

Hung from the post
Where my brothers once sung
Cut from the tie
Where my sanity binds

Stuck in Winter’s Hell
With just you in mind
Waiting in the cold
Where we hide behind