Winter Solstice - Courtesy Bow Lyrics

Your life painted before you
Stolen by the most uneducated of thieves
Her smile's intoxicating
So let me make a toast to revival

I have enough on my chest to write a novel
And that's where it will stay
Until your ears are open for business
So I can't sell myself short this time

A market full of used death beds
The merchant smirks with a mouth filled with saw teeth
You leave the store like your past, empty handed

I have enough on my chest to write a novel
And that's where it will stay
Until your ears are open for business
So I can't sell myself short this time

The needle in the hay stack lies buried in abhorrence
The needle in the hay stack lies buried in abhorrence

The door is open
Don't let go
Hold you back
Hold you back

I have enough on my chest to write a novel
And that's where it will stay
Until your ears are open for business
So I can't sell myself short this time
This time

Reverse the cycle
Start with a courtship
And end with the world
Reverse the cycle
Start with a courtship
And end with the world
Reverse the cycle
Start with a courtship
And end with the world