The Fall - David's Lyre

This citadel this heavy name

this stake to which I lay my claim

we’re coming down we’ll fall again

back to the old road

This is the life we’ve chosen

Now this space grows colder

This is the life we’ve chosen

Can’t get away from the robes you’re clothed in

You’ve said enough now to be safe

You’ve seen these lines form across your face

Clutch to youth for your namesake

Caught like a dreamer

This is the life we’ve chosen

Now this space grows colder

This is the life we’ve chosen

You’ll fight the fall

Holding on for your dear life

Just feel the tension grow

That foreign toil

I wish I could cure the strife

Stop slipping here below

Appearing through my empty gaze

I see this form beyond the haze

Now you’re eclipsed by this new day

born to a lover

This is the life we’ve chosen

Now this space grows colder

This is the life we’ve chosen

You’ll fight the fall

Holding on for your dear life

Just feel the tension grow

That foreign toil

I wish I could cure the strife

Stop slipping here below