As Cities Burn - Come Now Sleep lyrics
- Contact
- Empire
- The Hoard
- This Is It, This Is It
- Clouds
- New Sun
- Tides
- Wrong Body
- Our World Is Grey
- Timothy
Contact
Hearts aren't really our guides.
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.
Remember we used to speak.
Now I'm starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.
God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
is this it?
is this it?
Won't you come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?
Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?
God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Is this it?
God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
'Cause I know this can't be,
The great peace we all seek.
Won't you come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?
Did your clouds stop his voice?
and brother have you found the great peace that we all seek?
you say take a look around
if there's a God then he must be asleep
God must be asleep
Empire
i was a middle son
between two wayward ones
i was more deserving of my parent's love
i had an angel's smile
hiding a vulture's bite
i had no use for your redeeming blood
aren't i glory, glorious
glory, glorious
aren't we glory, glorious
aren't we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet
i was a pharisee
i never saw my need for grace
then your love came to me
stood next to mine and i saw that i was poor
show me i was poor
show us we are
show us we are
glory, glorious
we are glory, glorious
not from what good we have done
but from being the least
glory, glorious
oh, i dont know how i was made
my heaven tower sways atop their fleeting praise
God, i dont know how i was made
glory, glorious
are we glory, glorious?
are we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet?
glory, glorious
we are glory, glorious
not from what we've done
but being the least
i was a wicked one
The Hoard
Good boys keep their livers clean
and smoke out of their lungs
cause it's all about what you've done
good boys don't make mistakes to learn from
cause when heaven comes
they won't be caught being young
grace make your way to the well
to those who deserve it
after all they've earned it
but vain, its in vain
cause they don't need it
they're steady breathers
who won't lift a finger for the gasping weaker
you just hoard your hollow completion
like it's something wearing thin
like it's gonna get you in
when heaven comes
cause when heaven comes
i swear it comes in love
grace make your way to the well
to those who deserve it
after all they've earned it
but vain, it's in vain
cause they don't need it
now i let go of your hand somewhere between
love and what it demands of me
grace make your way
This Is It, This Is It
focus on the horizon, men
should you grow seasick
but don't expect silhouettes
of rescuer ships coming
coming, they aren't coming for us
we've got prices on our heads
and millstones around our necks
we try to live forgiven but they won't let us forget
the bodies we're still in
the bodies that we still war against
son, this is it, this is it
you're gonna sink for your sins
unless grace be the wind
son, this is it, this is it
we're all sinking for our sins
unless grace be the wind
forget about being honest
forget about being passionate
wear that smile like you feel it
even when you don't
forget about being honest
forget about being passionate
i think they forgot about Jesus
seeking us out
in the bodies we're still in
the bodies we still war
son, this is it, this is it
you're gonna sink for your sins
unless grace be the wind
son, this is it, this is it
we're all sinking for our sins
unless grace be the wind
to fill our sails
Clouds
Is your love really love?
Is my love really love?
I think our love isnt love
unless its love to the end.
Is your god really god?
Is my god really god?
I think our god isn't god
If it fits inside our head
New Sun
We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact
Radio transmission every time that
I let our fair moon
Lay her body between us
I need her now that you're breaking up.
Soon she'll become my new sun
Soon she'll become
She's stealing her light from the old one
Fast receiving but slow responding
To your signals reading, "Son, come home"
But I still believe it.
My God, I still need it.
But I'm just tired of walking upright
When I don't mean right.
I just want to look right.
We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact.
Radio transmission.
Soon she'll become my new sun
Soon she'll become dim reflected love
To light my way,
After I trade loving you for loving to obey.
Cause even my feet on the path
Our quiet hearts lost contact
So now I'm wandering off
Just to hear you calling me back
We can always expect to lose.
Tides
She's now my new sun.
She don't speak but somehow calls to me.
Automated exchanges make us not lovers,
but feigners, we are only strangers.
Not estranged to regret
Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps
Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon
Strange how we move
How strange that I move to the voice of the moon
Love ringing out of tune
Regret once kept from her door
but everytime wore off more and more
So now we're back here
Playing sincere with a new set of bones
We are strange.
Not estranged to regret.
Not estranged to what follows our faulty steps.
Ocean tides move to the voice of the moon
Strange how we move
How strange that I move to the voice of the moon
Love ringing out of tune
Leave your bad limbs behind
For they are conduits to the heart
Wrong Body
If I make it to heaven
I may be as bloody as hell
would you still take me?
I'm afraid that you might say
"depart from me,
for I never knew you"
'cause I'm in the wrong body
I'm in the wrong body
I'm in the wrong body
I must have stumbled in
All the love I want to give
gets caught between every rib
what does that make you?
I'll have good intentions
but no exit for them
to come out right through
'cause I'm in the wrong body
I'm in the wrong body
I'm in the wrong body
I must have stumbled in
If I make it to heaven
I may be as bloody as hell
Our World Is Grey
I'm sure if you wanted to stop love,
You could just untie your end and let it go.
But, my God, you don't.
Yeah, I think I love you for it.
You're still sending cells to their rightful places,
When forming more likely to escape.
Such a narrow way of life.
What's it look like from your side?
From here I can't see why it's worth
One more coming out cursed?
Say it, say it!
Say what this is all for!
Say it's redemption.
'Cause our world is grey, world is grey.
We're just swaying from side to side.
Our world is grey, world is grey.
We are thieves and saints alike.
But you don't let go, don't let go.
We keep swaying and swaying.
And you don't let go, don't.
Yeah, I think I love you for it.
He's shooting god up in his arm through a needle.
And she's putting cuts on her legs to bleed out the devil.
"Surely you will not die, eat and be like God."
What have we done?
Say it, say it!
Say that this is all for redemption.
'Cause our world is grey, world is grey.
We're just swaying from side to side.
Our world is grey, world is grey.
We are thieves and saints alike.
But you don't let go, don't let go.
We keep swaying from side to side.
We all just sway, we all just sway.
But you don't let go, you don't.
You don't.
Timothy
It's not the cold making my legs shake,
It's Timmy's ghost taking his place in our hearts forever.
It's not the sound keeping me from sleep,
It's what Jesus said about hell underneath.
I think I'd rather believe it's some imaginary place,
Made up to make children behave,
So our souls are safe to wander off,
Wherever they might please.
Your soul is safe wherever you might be.
Come now, sleep.
Come, now sleep.
Tell me I'm only dreaming.
Tell me he's just sleeping.
And when morning comes,
We'll both wake up to see the sun,
And love that's enough to keep our friends alive.
Phone call.
I pull my car to the side of the road.
No, it's not the cold making my legs shake,
It's someone I love being taken away.
A ghost taking his place in our hearts.
Where inside he moves from room to room.
But sometimes he climbs our spines,
To remind our grieving heads,
That in this way he hasn't left.
Tell me I'm only dreaming.
Tell me he's just sleeping.
And when morning comes,
We'll both wake up to see the sun,
And love that's enough to keep our friends alive.