Album:A Map of All Our Failures <br />Lyrics:I’m unaware of a response <br />From my errant dark red soul <br />Too deep to be spoken aloud <br />I bury a word right in my heart <br /> <br />Frost etched the tall windows <br />I have been cold for a long time <br />Borne upon winters shoulders <br /> <br />There are wolves here, many of them <br />I am staggered at their hatred of me <br /> <br />I lie in complete fear <br />I call the moths to tend me <br />I forget the form of my sins <br /> <br />And drained of motion, the air itself avoids me <br />And void of notion, unable to perceive <br />Mouth barely open, almost fearing to breathe <br />And there is no other sound at all <br /> <br />Just there, to the left, his shadow rose <br />I always knew he was coming <br />Takes the vacant chair beside me <br />With golden hands he moved the hair from my face