All Saints Day
by And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead· from The Secret Of Elena's Tomb
It was All Saints Day.
Wind and Rain would hit my face
ripped apart from lack of grace
Mouth so torn.
You never said
all of this would end so strange.
Walk to a church across the bridge.
Find my shame.
Never been the type to confess.
It all seems to waste away.
When your double-tongued mouth opens wide
everybody knows you can't hide forever.
November fades.
Never could put this mind to rest.
Step in the cold and on the mess.
Feeling scorned.
I found myself
Hinting with nothing to give or show
Never gave a care until now
Now it's late
Never been the type to confess
It all seemed to waste away
When your double-tongued mouth opened wide
Everybody knows you can't hide forever
Pariah prophet faltering way too much
Crazed crusades got me in a crux
Like a mute without a voice
With a bottle in my hand, make some noise
It was All Saints Day...