Lyrics:

The embers of the saint inside of you
Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow
I'm swallowing the poison of your flower
And hanging on the rising of my low
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Colorful and falling
From your mouth
Like a painted fever
In recoil
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Like a lie without the pain
[00:57.570]
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your moon
Until the tide comes crawling back
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A waning hand on silver granite waves
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze
I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
I'm cradling the peril of my only choice
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Colorful and falling
From your mouth
Like a painted fever
In recoil
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Like a lie without the pain
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On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your moon
Until the tide comes crawling back
[02:46.147]
Even though the truth can burn inside
Or fall behind
I will wander through your open mind
And you will find
No lie can hide
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Yeah
Until the tide comes crawling
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On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling
Throw the pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye of your moon
Until the tide comes crawling
[03:49.458]
On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones of your shore
Until the tide comes crawling back
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