Our Work Was Good - Chelsea Wolfe

Oh, the night is wild

And he is fine, and away we go

And oh, our hands were tired

But our work was good

And our hands would hold

Brother, our troubles are

Locked in each other’s arms

And away we go

Happen, did it happen?

Is it over, is it done?

Answer, you’d only answer

In questions, you knew me well

After, did we care for

One another or ourselves at all?

Over, is it over?

Did it happen?

I knew him well