Misdirection

I get cold in the quiet

Against the sound of the sleep

The night is young and discomforting

So bring on the fire

And the weighted love

And the misdirection of this holy dove

Cue the pilot

That brings in the east

Words are heavy when you're down on your knees

And I still can't remember

The warmth of September

Cause the same stars that cover you, they cover me

Who's to say

Love is war

With so much confusion bout what you're fighting for

And as fate should have it

I'm lying alone

Just pale flesh and buried bone