She would say to who'd ever hear
As if shaken to the core
All this motion is restless fear
Leading me to foreign shores
She would hear all their wasted words
Like she'd never heard before
Fleeting hymns of a carrion bird
Offering to be restored
One day if you tire of being alone
And all the aching in your restless bones
You can call and I'll come running right up to your door
To drag you to the light
She would shrink in the evening time
In the darkest shadows of the moon
A voice would cry like the brightest light
Calling out for the twenty-first of June
One day if you tire of being alone
And all the aching in your restless bones
You can call and I'll come running right up to your door
To drag you to the light
She would say for herself to hear
Like she'd never heard before
Whether a day or a thousand years
I'll finally put to rest these fears
One day if you tire of being alone
(All in due time)
And finally put to right your broken bones
(Forgiven crimes)
When the dust has settled in your mind
(The voice you'll hear)
And if the sorrow hasn't left you blind
(Nothing to fear)
You can call and I'll come running right up to your door
To drag you to the light