Dying Kind — Cindergarden

Closer darling we're the dying the kind lucid, feel me touch where I am blind

In the shadow that you make In the serpent that you wake Says the bell of every tower You take a piece of power

Closer darling through our deep disguise waking underneath the darkest skies

In the shadow that you make In the serpent that you wake Says the bell of every tower You take a piece of power

Closer, find me through, we seek and hide quiet soldiers to the other side

In the shadow that you make In the serpent that you wake Says the bell of every tower