Empire Of Sorrows
Good fortune teller’s spell, a stranger in a land, ripped from all its firstborn sons
Turned shadows into dark, ghosts of hopeless morning screams
The flows of underground, way too bright to be seen, in a darkness of my own
In a darkness of my own
In a darkness of my own, I can see a thousand cranes
Like neon bridal sparks are feeding old whispers
I’m covering love with shame, like a sun in smoking waves
I dressed up faith with lies and confessed make-believes
As the tide keeps blooming high, as the tide…
As the tide keeps blooming high
Shining waters blaze like evil flowers grow
The city is a mess, reflection of the sky
We’re glowing in the streets, like shamans’ rituals
All dressed up as widows, all dressed up as widows
Looking for anywhere
Looking for anywhere but here
Looking for anywhere but here
Looking for anywhere but here, looking for anywhere
Looking for anywhere but here, looking for anywhere
Looking for anywhere but here, looking for anywhere
Looking for anywhere but here, looking for anywhere
If it’s the end of time, if it’s new morning shade
The colors running dry, our senses losing frame
As if love needed sight to promise company
As long as there is light, I guess no more shall we part
In a darkness of my own, in a darkness of my own
Is there anything more
Is there any safe home to lay down
To lay down, anywhere
To lay down
Is there anything more
Is there any place home to lay down
To lay down, to lay down, to lay down anywhere
Is there anything more
Is there anything more, any place to lay down
To lay down, to lay down, to lay down, to lay down,
To lay down, to lay down, to lay down,
Anywhere
Looking for anywhere but here (looking for anywhere)
Looking for anywhere but here (looking for anywhere)
Looking for anywhere but here (looking for anywhere)
Looking for anywhere but here (looking for anywhere)
Looking for anywhere but here (looking for anywhere)
Looking for anywhere but here (looking for anywhere)
Looking for anywhere but here (looking for anywhere)
Empire of sorrows, as if for everyone, I grew up in a storm
Good fortune teller’s spell, a stranger in a land, ripped from all its firstborn sons
Turned shadows into dark, ghosts of hopeless morning screams
The flows of underground, way too bright to be seen,
In a darkness of my own, in a darkness of my own
As the tide keeps blooming high, as the tide, as the tide
As the tide keeps blooming high, as the tide, as the tide
As the tide keeps blooming high, as the tide
As the tide keeps blooming high, as the tide
Looking for anywhere but here
Words: A. Foster
Music: Your Favorite Enemies
Recorded at The Upper Room Studio
