Speak With The Dead - Foxing, WHY?

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

Speak with the dead

Here I wait

Until I fall asleep

Speak with you again

Some knights held the faith in rituals

If the left hand paths across your road

Pray with grimoires and swinging verticals

Our essence dissipates all the same

In my dreams I’m on a porch with you

I promise you I’m doing well in your name

And I won’t try to speak with you again

Til I watch my last breath dissipate

But when I wake

There I wait

Until I fall asleep

Speak with the dead

Here I wait

Until I fall asleep

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

Where you go, there I am