Humble Digs 歌词

A devil's horseman, a sweet delight beyond this town In which we've chosen, to lay our failing bodies down And without season, it seems our leaves are turning brown And I hope that he'll always be around Together darling, we'll keep some damn good company For without trying, you make a seasoned fool of me Your hands have folded, and twisted my dry-lock design But honest darling, I'll be fine Come fourth and I will raise Four flags above this day Contain the night in arms Titans rising, and all once vitals now implode Above your mantle, your equine ornaments erode Relieve this moment, say the gestures don't afford The lacquered tip of cupid's sword Thou shall not daunt me, though the wounds they still remain You will not haunt me, or pass my sorry heart again See me moving, hold your ground as I retreat Your memory beneath my feet Come fourth and I will raise Four flags above this day Contain the night in arms