Down in the garden gate.
Our names are scratched on wet wood.
The rain had washed away everything but our names.
And in the end when our ghost takes its flight,
There's so much that I've meant to say.
And as the rain gets high and hard, I know I, yeah I know I...
Take down these walls,
Even if they're left to fall.
Somewhere out there far from my home, I am left here all alone.
Under the death and waste,
Beneath the bones and teeth,
The dying dead will raise out of the earth and wait for waiting.
I'm hoping that I fade in the end.
And get a chance to start again,
Get rid of all my sin.
Take down these walls,
Even if they're left to fall.
Somewhere out there far from my home, I am left here all alone.
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