- (Hallowed.)
Midnight stains the windowpane,
Your shadow dances through the rain.
I keep a candle by the door,
Waiting like I've done before.
Every ghost inside my heart
Black Rose & Gothic art. - Shrine!
- You race through every city light,
Burning graves and killing nights.
Another name upon your lips,
Another crypt at your fingertips.
You call it freedom, I call it fate,
But I can feel the cracks in the mausoleum you make.
While you're running from the scars,
I'm standing still beneath dead stars. (Oh!)
- I'll be ready when you are,
When the fire leaves your arms.
When the highways lose their glow,
And you've got nowhere left to go.
I'll be waiting in the dark,
Guarding every shattered part.
Even if it breaks me too,
I'll be ready when you are. - Yeah!
- Your pockets bleed like open wounds,
Chasing silver moons too soon.
You buy tomorrow, sell tombs today,
Throwing everything away.
cemetery diamonds fill your hands,
But never stay the way you planned.
When the debts become your chains,
I'll be standing through the rain. (Hallow!)
- I'll be ready when you are,
When the fire leaves your arms.
When the highways lose their glow,
And you've got nowhere left to go.
I'll be waiting in the dark,
Guarding every shattered part.
Even if it breaks me too,
I'll be ready when you are. (Oh-Oh!)
- You swear that love is just a lie,
A pretty thing that comes to die.
You build your walls a mile high,
Never letting strangers inside.
You wear indifference like a crown,
Watching every feeling drown.
But behind those empty eyes,
I see a soul that still survives. - Shrine!
- Now the seasons barely move,
You're taking years to cross the mortuary room.
Every dream is frozen still,
Lost beneath your lack of will.
Time drips slowly from the clock,
Dust settles heavy on coffin thoughts.
And though the world has passed you by,
I'm still here, I haven't died.
- I'll be ready when you are,
When the fire leaves your arms.
When the highways lose their glow,
And you've got nowhere left to go.
I'll be waiting in the dark,
Guarding every shattered part.
Even if it breaks me too,
I'll be ready when you are. (Uh!)
- We're the hollowed hearts that remain,
Carved by pleasure, carved by pain.
Empty chambers, worn and scarred,
Still reaching through the catacombs dark.
Love took pieces, love took my names,
Left me dancing with in the funerals flames.
And if dead ruins call me through,
I'll be there still waiting for you. (Hallow!)
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