January 31, 438

(álbum: Songs For Pierre Chuvin - 2020)

Hey, I'm totally in the full heat of this one, so I haven't bothered to tune, so I'm not at 4-40 here. I don't know what to tell you. I'm in G, anyway, if anybody's taking notes. "January 31, 438."

When the hunger turns in on itself, it begins to devour its host
Who do you turn to for help?
Who do you love the most?

I dance with the ones that brought me
I dance with the ones that brought me here

When the word comes down
The wire that they're looking to make an example of you
Skin and bones around a campfire beneath the stars
No good end in view

I dance with the ones that brought me
I dance with the ones that brought me here

I dance in the dark, all alone
I dance for the God on the throne
If they come catch me and arrest me, mid step
Let me go down dancing, let me be the last one left

Crushed like a sea shell by a sea-side warrior's foot
Trying to turn the tide
When the hunger's all that holds you together
Who do you want by your side?

I dance with the ones that brought me, yeah
I dance with the ones that brought me here