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And now she's born and I feel the same
Lovers give and lovers take
And now you're worn and I feel detained
Welcome my love, come and pace the cage

It's the dark and cold smack
It's the aerials in the dream
And if I could go back, it's the thunder I'd conceal

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Now the burials and the lunatics
And the kamikaze vessels to the bursting blood, brutality
Pull the cannonade, pull the winds away
It's the halcyon gaze, it's the drama in the alchemy

And take, destroy
You tear a breath, chain my head to the darkest deeds
Emotionless along the air we climb
And the stars cease-fire under willows
And there's murder to come and typhoons to tame
It's the grace never named

And now a war and I feel no restraint
Lovers guilt and lovers shame
You're the ball and I'll be the chain
Come in my love, come and bait the rage

And it haunts, but we keep it
Prepare to hold this love alone
And it hurts, but you need it
Prepare to hold this love

It's immaculate birth, it's a terror 'til the eyes turn away
It's a flash and a blur, it's the sober in the cold light of day
Now darling, come back, there's something I concealed
I concealed, I concealed, my love

And it haunts, but we keep it
Prepare to hold this love alone
And it hurts, but you need it
Prepare to hold this love

Now you could be the fire, or you could be the war
Now I could leave in silence, but I stood here 'til dawn
If I could leave you, child, if I could leave, I'd go

Take control, my love
Shake the souls above
Now there's action my love, no distress, just some gentle relief
Conceits, pride, it's a spear to the mind
No compassion my love, no caress, just a mute jealousy
Conceits, pride, it's a fear to deny

And it haunts, but we keep it
Prepare to hold this love alone
And it hurts, but you need it
Prepare to hold this love

Now silence gone
A comma sent to churn and raids to kill
A scream decries our broken kingdom

Writer(s): Jon Courtney

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