Suture

Signing my soul away to sound
As silly as it seems
I'm scripting out my epitaph
Find that glory in the strings
Where melody abounds
I'm putting money in the dreams
I'm signing my soul away to sound
These are my needful things
I'm sewing up the suture
Where I put my heart upon the page
Letting crimson font illuminate
The space where I sealed my fate
And the spinning wheel turns
I'm wrapped up in the chords
They sew my soul to scripture
To find a peace the sound affords

And if that structures falls
And I fail to make the crawl
I'll rest upon the fact
That at least I joined the call
And every song shows
This sound is all i know
And it may be too late to turn
Cause it's far too late to go
It's far too late to go
Go

And the crimson chords show
The contents of my soul
Written on the parchment
Like red upon the snow
And nothing can break the cycle
I'm in too deep to know
Am I'm cursed to fail or prosper
But I know enough to go
I know enough to go
Go

I hope my words can add
To the story others told
And my voice can join the chorus
Of the other bardic souls
Cause when all is said and done
And I shed this mortal skin
I'll give you one last wish
Just let the record spin

And if that structures falls
And I fail to make the crawl
I'll rest upon the fact
That at least I joined the call
And every song shows
This sound is all i know
And it may be too late to turn
Cause it's far too late to go
It's far too late to go
Go