visceral
john mark mcmillan
a visceral love runs the length of our veins
as we sit above the miles of pain
till all of our fears become skinny ones
and from your window i can see a kingdom come
what remains at the end of us
our skinny fears for our cold resolve
when from your window i can see the ages dawn
what remains at the end of us
our skinny fears for our cold resolve
when from your window i can see the ages dawn
memories rust and trophies fade
in the remnants of our glory days
will we regret the thing that we've made
from your table i can see a better way