Grave Intentions

Your dress hangs off you like the veil of Christ

Your land is flowerless, fields of ghosts

I couldn't call you, you didn't want to hear

I couldn't see you, you didn't want me near

The strips of courage that you tore from me

Are drowning sailors, sinking beneath the sea

Oh, the waves of fear

The clawing of the dark

You made it oh, so clear

With a poisoned mark

Your dress hangs off you like the veil of Christ

Your land is flowerless, fields of ghosts

I couldn't call you, you didn't want to hear

I couldn't see you, you didn't want me near

The strips of courage that you tore from me

Are drowning sailors, sinking beneath the sea

And it's the way that I heal

That keeps me from the mire

Within these words I seal

Then cast upon the fire

There were dreams in which I wanted to

Eat your flesh and to devour you

But you left, I wondered where you'd go

And so it seems, we will never know

Your dress hangs off you like the veil of Christ

Your land is flowerless, fields of ghosts

I couldn't call you, you didn't want to hear

I couldn't see you, you didn't want me near

The strips of courage that you tore from me

Are drowning sailors, sinking beneath the sea