Hot Cross - Prepare/Repair Lyrics
A rising tide spent drowning in days lost to one heart's final lament.Thrown off like grins known only to the dead.Plastered behind scarlet eyes, stinking of tomorrow.I say that once a letter is written. it's not so easily sent.Like trying to find 2 of 3, but settling for one of me instead.It's a hard faith to follow: the constant give without the take; after the scraping through it's one less heart to break.A head above water for the eyes held under a lasting plea for the lost mind torn asunder.Nothing but fair trades and farewells, when the present tense reveals a sixth sense, when you'd die for a word or one less empty shell.