Words for Snow

Words for Snow Lyrics

Song	Words for Snow
Artist	Clann Zú
Album	Rua
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	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 you
	and the last touch is the one that will drive you insane
	And as the night fell and the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city
	and the falling balling and crawling below
	he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street
	and he sat and he prayed
	and he prayed and he sat
	and he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio,
	saint of all sinners, saint of all fools
	saint of every fucking dying crawling thing beneath him,
	shouting out the names of the dead and 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 fuck out of here!
	Get me the fuck out of here!
	Get me the fuck out of here!
	Release me!”

	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 you
	and the last touch is the one that will drive you insane
	And as the night fell and the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city
	and the falling balling and crawling below
	he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street
	and he sat and he prayed
	and he prayed and he sat
	and he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio,
	saint of all sinners, saint of all fools
	saint of every fucking dying crawling thing beneath him,
	shouting out the names of the dead and 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 fuck out of here!
	Get me the fuck out of here!
	Get me the fuck out of here!
	Release me!"

	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 you
	and the last touch is the one that will drive you insane
	And as the night fell and the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city
	and the falling balling and crawling below
	he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street
	and he sat and he prayed
	and he prayed and he sat
	and he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio,
	saint of all sinners, saint of all fools
	saint of every fucking dying crawling thing beneath him,
	shouting out the names of the dead and 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 fuck out of here!
	Get me the fuck out of here!
	Get me the fuck out of here!
	Release me!"

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