Black
Music: Graham Guest & Moses Guest
Words: Graham Guest
A forest of angels and their tables were cleared up and gone
A light was escaping amongst them as the curtain was drawn
So I turned myself back to the room where you stood
And I clenched my hands down
‘Cause you’re breaking my head with the careless abandon
Of one who is stranding the only ride home
So I stand with head in your eye
While you terrorize me
So you take it all back
Or at least you can try
Dressing precious in black
Now I’m perfectly able to pack up my two cents and go
And drink myself over a mountain to a place wrapped in snow
But I turn myself back to the moon through the trees
And I clench my hands down
‘Cause I’m breaking my head with the careless abandon
Of one who is stranding the only ride home
So I stand with head in your eye
While you terrorize me
So you take it all back
Or at least you can try
Dressing precious in black