Cross Of Lorraine

(album: Gallows - 2012)

You could never understand
What it took for me to be your man
At home in the ice and pines
Black nights filled with struggled sights
Some things are better left unsaid
If that were true, then I'd be dead
More sad nights at the hospital
Fever swarming around my collarbone

Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Get up, get up. You know it's true
Always waiting for the death of the death of love

Old ghosts pushing us apart
Anthrax rays and a heavy heart
Every chime like an iron voice
Never seemed like I has a choice
Bad tattoos and my pocketknife
Trophies from my former life
She wreaths her skull so psychically
There's no more secrets in between

Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Get up, get up. You know it's true
Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Get up, get up. You know it's true
Always waiting for the death of the death of love
Always waiting for the death

Always waiting for the death
Always waiting for the death of the death
Always waiting for the death of the death of love