• The Hymnal EP
  • Before The Wave
  • Hang Your Head
  • Kings Make Slaves
  • Sleepers Eat Lead
  • Psalm
  • Treadmill
  • Blood Is Gold
• Smash To Ashes
  • Feed
  • The Goat
  • Behind The Veil
  • The Hunt
  • Sharpening Knives
  • Settlement
  • Archaeology
  • Thirteen Hands
  • Heaven
  • The Taking Tree
• Winged Wolves
  • She'll Know You
  • Heart Beating
  • 1000 Mysteries
  • Electroplated
  • Church And War
  • Simple Servant
  • Jettison
  • Certain Terms
  • Gunpowder Tea
  • Reception
  • Into The Woods

She says, "He won't come around. At least not-- y'know, the way he used to."
She's not sad, just a little down. "'Cause some things, y'know, take getting
used to." And in the morning she forgets that maybe he won't be there. The
silhouettes that stretch across the bedspread are how the early light
collaborates with memory. She rushes to the red line. The connecting bus
arrives in due time. She knows her empty office will be waiting-- the way
she used to know his hands in certain terms.

With blackened faith and poisoned mind, in idle times commence the fire. Let
the land ignite. May the flames be bright 'til your past takes flight on
wings of cinder.

I say, "I don't have his eyes. My ragged voice is not the same voice you are
used to. You can come around. I am always down to empty bottles in the same
way that we used to. You can come around. We can empty bottles. We can open
throttles. We can get down. You can come around."