Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors 

"Why can't you miss me?" 

Pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken 

What does this mean in love or in peace? 

With you lying next to me 

So faithless serene 

And she calls to him 



Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you 

Far out beneath the sorrow clouds 

Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you 

Let them cry out through your rusted scars 



Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting 

With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man 

Still scorned by his demon 



Because he's undone 

Become the language of 

Disaster and love, vengeance and dust 

And she calls to him 



Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you 

Far out beneath the sorrow clouds 

Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you 

Let them cry out through your rusted scars 



Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes 

Of hurt and teardrop 

As he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds 

Together again, her inside him 

And she calls to him 



Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you 

Far out beneath the sorrow clouds 

Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you 

Let them cry out through your rusted scars