Brian McGrath - The Lateness of the Hour Lyrics

Nightfall, a Midwest town
All the lights gone down
The ghosts of the radio
The only voices he'll allow
As he says, "Don't you dare make a move!"

Far away, a passing light
Broken through the trees
Down the barrel of a six-gun
She feels the air become diseased
He says, "I'll do what I please, what I please!
"Oh, you'll never leave..."
"No, no you'll never leave... ever leave"

He says, "Look me in the eyes, put up a fight!"
But her mind numbs, she pleads and cowers
A twisted mess, a crooked smile
Oh, come the lateness of the hour

A hand raised high above
Her head hangs low
His sweat drawn from every pore
As her blood stains floor boards below
And God's forgotten son is born anew
He says, "See what I've done?"
"See what I've done for you?"
"All for you..."

That, once born pure, in time, abused
And all the sweetness turned to sour
A lonely cry, old sins to soothe
Oh, come the lateness of the hour

And a light's gone out
A light's gone out in her tonight
A light's gone out
A light's gone out in her tonight

Somewhere a blood moon stalks
The wind howls and moans
Lost souls, a deathly march
For a peace that never, ever comes
A peace that will never, ever come
She whispers last goodbyes
Her eyes fixed down the barrel of the gun

A fever dream in emerald eyes
And a devil's soul that pain empowers
A twisted mess, a crooked smile
Oh, come the lateness of the hour