The Saints - Come Back and Visit lyrics

Remember in a voiceless sob Come back and visit Iron town call it ox blood red Snowfall you can bury your hands in And the past lies dead Put your hands straight through it Make a feast of desire It's always hungry Snow falls against the light Put the memory of your face In a place it cannot be In a chair opposite me Then let the dead desire Lay your hands on me... And if you find a better place Leave a mark I'll find it Count the ways Counting one two three Shade your eyes in metal Then comes the senseless echo Let the dead desire Lay your hands on me