And Then You Go — My Dying Bride

Here is the darkest place I know You found in your eyes a home And then you go

Come up here to my face Into wars we race Eat up the haste

I am poor for the lord My age is lead and sore Sit beneath my jaw

There! My prints in the snow The wind and me alone And then you go

And within it your embrace Long given away the chase Away flees grace

And then you go.