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A wind blows over the lavender fields
Carrying the scent of death and decay
The holy war consumes and burns
Everything and everyone in its way

Carcasonne has fallen
To whom do we turn in these times forlorn?
High in the mountains we will find

Low, my children, what do I see?
Your brothers and sisters on the warpath.
Forgiven are all your earthly sins.
Make way for honour and valour in your soul.

What is this, this run we're on.
A race known as the human one.
Many have died and many have killed.

"The last bastion, the last icon of resistance has fallen.
In the ten months of siege the small garrison never stood a chance.
And shorthanded, hungry and numb with cold, their surrender was close at hand.
Yet clemency was given to all those who renounced their beliefs.
For the others a fiery fate awaited them.
An armistice of fourteen days was granted to convince them of the one true faith."

And the omens were right

I feel like you've died and I want you back
But I know that I will never see you again

Walking around trying to keep my mouth shut
While the pity piles up
While the pity piles up

Like a goddamn dog with it's tail between it's legs

You're good, you're good
You're good at breaking hearts
Someday, someday
Someday you will be old

Gravity will destroy you
What you were good at
What you were good at

You never missed a word I tried to fit
Inside a chorus, inside a verse, all my intros and the bridge
That's where I put all the awful things I think I am
And if you still respect me I guess I'll have a second chance

I want my hands in your hair
I want my hands in your hair
Pulling your face closer

The city awakens in silence
Morning is breaking
Before the rooster crows
Rising unrest sets in
South of Toulouse
On the plains of Muret
Under an imminent threat
People have fled in dismay

I found the pack of cigarettes that you were always quitting
You always leave a mess purging your pockets in the laundry

All your clothes were donated because none of them fit me
My legs are too long

The thrift store is so cold and the service is lousy
I want to punch the clerk's lights out as he accepts the shirt