The Bones Of J.R. Jones - The Dark lyrics

All our sweetest sins Carry them til our ends They made you And they made me They say the dark will grow In my eyes, across our skies, a road Yeah a road Ooh Ooh The apple tree that we grew Blew over, died last June When the hurricane came barrelling through And Grandpa can't sit up straight He's lying down to rest his weary heart While I must pray Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh I know you're running scared And you ain't going nowhere Don't you dare I know you're running scared You ain't going nowhere Don't you dare Don't you dare Hidden under Papa's bed The pistol my brother pressed to my head Singing, just trust in me Cause this holy house is a home The dead don't rest, they rise in our chest And our sins live unatoned. Ooh Ooh