Renaissance - Gentle Soul

Oh we crashed in the ash And then the cash of the titans blew out to sea But you you broke out the map Lead us out of the country Through the haunted hallway I

Collect your cobwebs Saw off your antlers Between blizzards we are free The front lawn's hosting the strangest vine growth That will in time entangle all we see

I miss so many people It carries back There is no re-arrival No loophole trap Explain it backwards for me And I'll be your sweetheart Without deceit No more war