Speak With The Dead Songtext
Last night the smoke from the bonfire followed me
It is a radio to the gates
I'd rather hear your old voice follow me
But there is nothing to do but wait
So here I wait
Here I wait
Until I fall asleep
To speak with the dead
Here I wait
It is a radio to the gates
I'd rather hear your old voice follow me
But there is nothing to do but wait
So here I wait
Here I wait
Until I fall asleep
To speak with the dead
Here I wait
Until I fall asleep
To speak with you again
Some nights I hold old faith in the rituals
If the left hand path should cross your road
Pray with grimoires and swinging thuribles
Their incense dissipates all the same
And in my dreams I'm on a porch with you
I promise you I've been doing well in your name
And I won't try to speak with you again
Until I watch my last breath dissipate
But when I wake
There I'll wait
Until I fall asleep
To speak with the dead
Here I wait
Until I fall asleep
To speak with you again Oh, to speak with you again
Wherever I go
There you are
Wherever I go
There you are
There you are
Wherever I go
There you are
Wherever I go
There you are
To speak with you again
Some nights I hold old faith in the rituals
If the left hand path should cross your road
Pray with grimoires and swinging thuribles
Their incense dissipates all the same
And in my dreams I'm on a porch with you
I promise you I've been doing well in your name
And I won't try to speak with you again
Until I watch my last breath dissipate
But when I wake
There I'll wait
Until I fall asleep
To speak with the dead
Here I wait
Until I fall asleep
To speak with you again Oh, to speak with you again
Wherever I go
There you are
Wherever I go
There you are
There you are
Wherever I go
There you are
Wherever I go
There you are
