Stigmata - Gramarye

"Here they come, here they come,

here they come and they might as well.

Too many birds in my confusion now.

Now they'll circle over this house 'till we

take them in..."

You show me a sign

to rise up from the world we know

and she's strung out on life.

He soon rolls his teeth.

Spilling out from a mouth fit to overflow back into me...

(::chorus:::)

She moves and it's fire

(--fire underwater--),

speaks of its flame

(--she speaks my name--).

Well they all really want you,

if only you that wanted them.

Lights move in the chalk lines,

chains that define who I am...

Here we are again.

(--how could I have seen?--)

Always she's driving

(--how could I have known?--)

right through the strangest calling

(--I should have known--).

straight through the sound,

(--gramarye, I've found--),

see how she's driving me... down.

Straight from the sound.

She's seen as a bright sun to anyone...

hollow and mined

with the weight of the world

trailing out till the

last train discovers me

alive on Vine.

(::Repeat chorus:::)

I used to see something in the idea,

but only once did my hands reach

anything beautiful.

Now she's turned away...

and I... ooooooh I....

(::Repeat chorus::)