I've been frozen here
The past pulls me under
Dog smells his own vomit
Must I return there?
This has got to lose its hold. I cannot breathe it's getting old
I fear as though I'm all alone and work my fingers to the bone
Until...
Waking from the past, I see through the glass
When morning comes, the angels sing
The doves will fly on silver wings and feathers made of gold
Thy will, be in this song
Open my heart
Look back, there's no kick drum
Dead moon laser
Former days will melt like snow. The dead can bury dead alone
The night has long entombed my soul. I'm zombied by the things I hold
Until...
Waking from the past, I see through the glass
When morning comes, the angels sing
The doves will fly on silver wings and feathers made of gold
The sheepfold doesn't seem so bad
There's treasure here to be had and promises of truth