Visceral - John Mark McMillan

A visceral love runs the length of our veins

As we sit above the miles of pain

Till all of our fears become skinny ones

And from your window I can see a kingdom comes

Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust

What remains at the end of us

Our skinny fears for our cold resolve

When from your window I can see the ages dawn

Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)

Everybody folds (up against the water)

Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)

Everybody folds, everybody folds

Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust

What remains at the end of us

Our skinny fears for our cold resolve

When from your window I can see the ages dawn

Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)

Everybody folds (up against the water)

Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)

Everybody folds, everybody folds

Memories rust and trophies fade

In the remnants of our glory days

Will we regret the thing that we’ve made

From your table I can see a better way