The Songbird (Deck the Hallows)

'Tis the season, Deck the Hallows
Trim the trees with all your sorrows
Sins that cannot be forgiven
Enemies that seige from within

Nobody lives till you reach the end
Right before you cut the line
It isn't, it is and it's been somehow
It's like a songbird
Echoing through time

You may be the last to see this
Sun the moon the stars all eclipsed
Hark the herald deviled Jesus
To the shadows he will lead us

How many times can you he take you there
Before you learn to cry?
The when and the where they mean nothing now
You're a songbird
Kiss it to the sky

Waiting for signs never gets you home
No one will point the way
The cupboard is bare when you get the call
Of the songbird
Echoing through time

'Tis the season, Deck the Hallows



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Pepitone
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