The click of the lock
The chime of the bell
The groaning of timber
And the etchings in my cell

There’s marks on the pavement
There’s chalk on the floor
The choir invisible
Is knocking... knocking... knocking... knocking...

I wanna lie to you and tell you this is over
I want to say this is for the best
But when you’re hanging from the rafters in my attic
You know I’ll never let you down
This is not the hill that we die on...

Blood beneath the rose
And now I’m caught between the thorns
And I can’t stop bleeding

I’ve made a habit spilling secrets that I shouldn’t
But I’ve got holes between my teeth
I wouldn’t say I do this for a living
I do my best to earn my keep
This will not be the cross that we bear...
Blood beneath the rose
And now I’m caught between the thorns
And I can’t stop the bleeding

Everything you have
And everything you need
Everything is broken and
The rest was meant to be

I know this isn’t easy but it’s better late than forever

You got copper and clover on the back of my tongue
I got the dust from your armor in my lungs

And the Choir Invisible comes knocking... knocking...