King
I'll keep the king
When you are gone away
Into darkness and howling I'll keep him from drowning
As our boat is untethered from the dock
I'll keep the king
Keep him safe at bay
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In that house at the top of the rock
In that house at the top of the rock
There've been times I know
I'll stand up, up, up at the bow
And the waves of our bodies and the smell of our follies
Rips into the bark of my bones
You fumble through the dark
However wide and deep and far, my dear
The waves made of fingers and the madness that lingers
Rips into the bark of our bones
And let the seabirds cry
I'll let the seabirds cry
I'll keep the king
I'll keep the king
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In our house at the top of the rock
I'll smile as I climb the stairs (to the light)
To the light that you keep burning there (all hell)
And our muscles that are waltzing
And our shadows that are bold sing
Come rip up the flesh of my fears
I know your fingernails are the colour of rust (come back)
And your veins are empty of dust (but our voices)
But our voices collide with each howl of the tide
Singing all hell and its fire waits for us
And let the seabirds cry
I'll let the seabirds cry
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In our house at the top of the rock
And let the seabirds cry
I'll let the seabirds cry
The wind and its shackles, the old fishers tackles (all that matters)
The sea and its waters, every unwanted daughter (is that you're here)
Every moon in the sky (all that matters)
Every promise and lie
All hell
And it's fire
Waits for
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In our house at the top of, house at the top of
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In our house (all hell)
At the top (all hell, all hell, all hell, all hell, all hell, all hell, all hell)
Of the rock
When you are gone away
Into darkness and howling I'll keep him from drowning
As our boat is untethered from the dock
I'll keep the king
Keep him safe at bay
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In that house at the top of the rock
In that house at the top of the rock
There've been times I know
I'll stand up, up, up at the bow
And the waves of our bodies and the smell of our follies
Rips into the bark of my bones
You fumble through the dark
However wide and deep and far, my dear
The waves made of fingers and the madness that lingers
Rips into the bark of our bones
And let the seabirds cry
I'll let the seabirds cry
I'll keep the king
I'll keep the king
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In our house at the top of the rock
I'll smile as I climb the stairs (to the light)
To the light that you keep burning there (all hell)
And our muscles that are waltzing
And our shadows that are bold sing
Come rip up the flesh of my fears
I know your fingernails are the colour of rust (come back)
And your veins are empty of dust (but our voices)
But our voices collide with each howl of the tide
Singing all hell and its fire waits for us
And let the seabirds cry
I'll let the seabirds cry
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In our house at the top of the rock
And let the seabirds cry
I'll let the seabirds cry
The wind and its shackles, the old fishers tackles (all that matters)
The sea and its waters, every unwanted daughter (is that you're here)
Every moon in the sky (all that matters)
Every promise and lie
All hell
And it's fire
Waits for
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In our house at the top of, house at the top of
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep the king (all hell, all hell)
I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
In our house (all hell)
At the top (all hell, all hell, all hell, all hell, all hell, all hell, all hell)
Of the rock
Credits
Writer(s): Joey Batey, Madeleine Hyland
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