O St. Rich

We saw the eyes
Of the mountain peering into our lives
And all receded

Our
Saving grace
An ancient place
We saw the light
Of a thousand people march in the night
And all receded

Gold light
You find it hard to see
Cold night
You find it hard to breath
All eyes
Crimson like the sea
And outside
Chanting in the street

They're watching the sky
Praying they're right
And hoping for blood
And all the while
A shameful silence follows them 'round
Like a dog
Like a scent
That nothing can mask

Gone
Off on their own
Clearing the throne
And looking for blood
And the eyes
Of the mountain peering into our lives
Have receded

Gold light
You find it hard to see
Cold night
You find it hard to breath
All eyes
Crimson like the sea
And outside
Chanting in the street



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Celosse
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