This Vicious Place - The Dear Hunter

And meanings lost in dialect

And loveless prose cried out instead

And saying what we wished we could have said

And how we both were moved

To this vicious place we never knew

I would give it all away for one last chance to speak to you, lover

Still a silence grows

Like a child of passionless pedigree all alone

Our wounds still resonate

From echoing voices too painful to sustain

And how we both were moved

To this vicious place we never knew

Can I give it all away for one last chance to speak to you, lover?