The Son That I Love

Now is the time of my solitude

Ghost in the hall of my mind

Bring me your tribe and your devil men

Wrapped in the moon if you're kind

Do not delay the ones of the faith

There’s a new rise in the spell

Fire in the night and we put up a fight

Of our own, stars into hell

Reckon it’s me who is not ashamed

I’ll put you down by the bed

There’s not a secret, there’s not a blame

Just a curse of marrow and lead

Two is the old and three is your hand

Run like a thief to a slave

Call out the minutes of smoke in my ear

As I turn, shudder, and pray

Dying to please like a laughing babe

Silence is never too long

Picture yourself on a rock on the sea

Burning with yellow and song

Be my disease if it’s too late to bleed

You are the son that I love

So why not bed down

And give it a rest now

Let go of that steely gun

So why not bed down

And give it a rest now

Let go of that steely gun