Oi

Rising ash, falling snow
She used to lie and adore ya
Winding long tails of woe
She used to lie and adore ya

Nightingale, ashen-pale whistling tunes
Yeah, the moon still adores ya
Now, now, you're so young and proud
But another name for that will be 'lonely'

Pick the lock…sweep the floor
Leave without a sound
And just allow
The empty space to heal

Bound and chained to a thousand rains
No wonder the storm still adores ya
Hold me down, or hold me now, screaming
‘I still love and adore ya’

Past the door, winter storms
Through the streets of your unending longings
Float down now to frost the ground
Like cool hallelujahs

On the bridge that connects us high
High above all this torrent
Should you fall down
That wall of sound's howling
‘I still love and adore ya’

Pick the lock…sweep the floor
Leave without a sound
And just allow the empty space to heal

Pick the lock…sweep the floor
Leave without a sound
And just allow the empty space to heal