Clann Zú Words For Snow Lyrics

So many call here
on their way down below
and I'll be here burning
till the end of time.

Thoughts of the falling
burn from the ceiling to wall
and I'll be here waiting
till the end of time.

And nothing here is safe
and nothing here is sacred
and the thing you care for most will crawl away wounded as you tell it you love it,
into the dark recesses and hollowed out corners of nothing.
And the last touch is always the hardest
and the last touch is always the same
and the last look is the one that will kill ya
and the last touch is the one that will drive you insane.

And as the night fell & the gutters swelled with the roar of the p___ing city
& the falling balling & crawling below he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street.
And he sat & he prayed & he prayed & he sat & he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio, patron saint of all sinners, patron saint of all fools, patron saint of every f___ing dying crawling thing beneath him, shouting out the names of the dead & forgotten.
And he cried out for Christ's sake help me! For Christ's sake get me out of here! God of all sick things get me the f___ out of here! Release me!