Purity Ring - x inovein

Build your little fort out in the garden Kill your little men and bake their bones Build our little guns out of their counterparts Peel their skin for paper on the walls I would be your graveman, I will suspend them As many fathoms down as your voice goes I would be your gunman have you follow me As many fathoms down as your voice goes You are the shadow time won't take away from me Lost seeds of moonlight in our veins I'll be the blanket fallen round and round you in Echoes of your throat calling my name Where have you been my turning dream Brass like the beams run in between Black as the shining from your eyes Where have you been my turning dream I would say out loud whatever runs through me Irreverent as the altars of our birth Whispering in train tunnels of unhallowed things Echoes of blood tied winding days I would be your graveman, I will suspend them As many fathoms down as your voice goes I would be your gunman, have you follow me As many fathoms down as your voice goes You are the shadow, time won't take away from me Lost seeds of moonlight in our veins I'll be the blanket fallen round and round you in Echoes of your throat calling my name Where have you been, my turning dream Brass like the beams run in between Black as the shining from your eyes Where have you been, my turning dream