Through the Flesh to the Soul - Invocator

So sad to be leaving

A bitter loss to stay

Your smile is so mysterious

As night at last eat this day

I heard it on the radio

And I heard it from your mouth

Through the walls you told me

That we were heading south

Getting nowhere fast

Escaping in high speed

Don’t forget my love

Your demons to feed

I had it here

Until you came

The final structure

A broken frame

Though the flesh to the soul

Nobody else to blame

A cancer of the mind

If you promise to stay here

I’m happy to go blind

Cold — like silver pennies on the eyes

As I rise with the sun

I know I won’t

Come home or down

Getting nowhere fast…