Let's salt the wound it's already too far gone
It's a pink half moon hidden in your arms
I am defeated by the way you sing
You make a sound and silence everything
You pierce the clouds with every word
You bring the sun crash through the door
And what is more
I'll never find the cure
You were an island hidden by the storm
I washed ashore and your beaches kept me warm
But that was long ago and now it feels
Like being drowned beneath the churning wheel
Like being ground under the chainman's heel
The steel was deftly forged
And what is more
I'll never find the cure
There was a moment when I found a thread
Into your heart, there was a part that I thought
Could be our story but instead
I am defeated by the way you sing
You make a sound and silence everything
Your will is bound within a shrinking ring
And even alcohol won't ease the sting
And turning into dust seems just the thing
For seeking pardon from the holy king
You pierce the clouds with every word
You bring the sun crash through the door
And what is more
What is more
What is more