- Like Rain
Your faith seems such a perfect thing
Oh, faith seems such a perfect thing.
Till all those doubts come creeping in
How all those doubts come creeping in.
Like rain.
The water rises up the walls
The crumbling plaster starts to fall
- Mrs. Winchester
Keep building your house, Mrs. Winchester,
A place for my brothers to rest.
For they found one and all with the mark of your name
On the bullets that tore through their flesh.
Oooh...
Oh, and sleep in a new room each evening,
- Onwards Onwards
Onwards, onwards, never stopping
The years roll by like the buildings and trees.
When one day you sit up
And you look,
Question all the turnings you took.
Well then you realise your not, in control,
Of feeling wells up to plunge off the road.
- The Howling
Wind. She howls and grips my bones to shaking.
Cold. She holds my legs to cease the moving.
Lying by the road I chose to take,
I turn my head to see the choice I made.
Save the show again, for me, I've lost the touch.
And I'm still stunned that you believed in me so much.
Just tell me when with air, I'll close my eyes.