November Diary - Widow Lyrics

The widow in my head raised her husband from the dead
It's too tough to tear the web, so I'm singing praises instead
The voices I yearn for are the ones she looks for
The ones she burns the books for, the ones I change my looks for

And you have the strangest sign on your belly
You feed me a dark pill covered in jelly
I'm your love, kiss me goodnight
I dream a dream about your bite

The widow in my head made her lover born again
The pendulum hugs my brain until I can take the blame
I'm tied, I hang before the lie
Please believe me or you'll die
I find it hard to call this home
We're in a bubble, we're in a dome