Wrench In The Works
Lost Art of Heaping Coal
We may never find true loveBecause we're always leaving, we're chasing somethingAnd we may never be secureBecause we've left our jobs, we've closed so many doorsWhen blood is needed nothing else will doWhere serpents strangle love-sick bones, Spirit allow us tooSpit fire (x4)Heap coals (x2)(repeat)Revival is the time of fire (x3)Spark a fire in the worldBless a child tonightShine light in the darkest cities' lifeSet ablaze the eyes on the blind manHeap coals, shine brightThe angels weep tonightWe may never find true loveBecause we're always leaving, we're chasing somethingBut we would trade all this and moreFor what the locusts devour we know You can restore
From Letras Mania