Breathing flames of sorry Apologetic theme Everything made beautiful in the dark Everything brighter Everything stark So bitter to see a beauty go by Oh those holy whispers A pocket full of marbles blessed With innocence Your dreams are being uploaded and Preserved for your eternal rest Elasticated promises For elasticated souls And their holy whispers On that lonely, wilting, filthy place A screaming child Fell far from grace Why can’t the hand rock the cradle Now that dream