King of Your Fall

To barren coasts behind dreary land
Most come up, a few descend
You may think we're talking oral lore
No, I'm the king waiting at the shore
It's just me who knows how the river flows
If you're good as gold I skip the undertows
The dime on your tongue helps me keep score
Get your bleeding hands off the goddamn oar

I'm calling for you
From the edge of the night
Your eternal groom
Your very last bride
I'm waiting for you
I'm sixty foot tall
Count of too-soon
King of your fall

There's a thorn sticking in my destiny
A plight if you will only some can see
A paradigm neither flat nor round
From one realm sent to another bound
Furnaces on fire in my eyes
Splashing over in the beat of your lies
We're in the same boat, as I said before
Get your bleeding hands off the goddamn oar

I'm calling for you
From the edge of the night
Your eternal groom
Your very last bride
I'm waiting for you
I'm sixty foot tall
Count of too-soon
King of your fall



Credits
Writer(s): Jan Knandel
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