Desolation Sounds - Gallows

At the edge of the water.

At the foot of the hills.

Fogs claws at the mountain.

And the passing ships.

If desolation were a sound, I’ve heard it

Trample the tall grass.

Let distance darken my skin.

Swim in grey oceans.

That end where they begin.

If desolation were a sound, I’ve heard it

There’s hope in desolation.

It’s a familiar sound.

There’s hope in desolation.

Black boots on the pavement.

Under the midnight sun.

Older than imagination.

Savage as can be.

If desolation were a sound, I’ve heard it.

There’s hope in desolation.

It’s a familiar sound.

There’s hope in desolation.

There’s mercy after all.

There’s mercy after all.

There’s hope in desolation.

It’s a familiar sound.

There’s hope in desolation.

It’s a familiar sound.

There’s hope in desolation.

It’s a familiar sound.

There’s hope in desolation.