Chant - Codeine lyrics

The minstrel plays false hope as the organ grinds Cathedrals falling timbers Help keep time From the higher you fall The more it takes time Codeine wrestles with The thief of night And there's nothing left to do One pirouette please In cinnamon shoes Catch that flight With Mississippi blues While codeine wrestles with The thief of the night Yes, my friend it's all in the waiting The little things that drive you crazy It happened so fast In the blink of an eye The ghosts of the past That play tricks on the mind See the girl stand there Without a care The wind called Gale Blows her silly string hair Shadows dance on a wall By candle light While codeine wrestles with The thief of the night