Terror In The Canyons (The Wounded Master) (Live at St. Pancras Church)

歌詞

I could be the tiger, I could be the snake I could be the fire, I could be the lake I could be the sky-bird waiting on the wind I could be the devil waiting to begin See, I was the wounded master, oh then I was the slave My hands and my mouth, aw honey, they would not behave See, I was the holy writer then I was the page I was the bleeding actor then I was the stage But now you're telling me my heart's sick And I'm telling you I know And you're telling me you're leaving And I'm telling you to go And I'm not so sorry for the heart-wreck But for each season left unblessed The new terror in the canyons The new terror in our chests I could be the tether, I could be the place I could be forever or just a couple days I could be the morning that breaks upon your skin I could be the devil and do it all again See, I was the wounded master then I was the slave My hands and my mouth, aw honey, they was caught in a rage See, I was the holy lion then I was the cage I was the bleeding actor then I was the stage O but now you're telling me my heart's sick And I'm telling you I know And you're telling me you're leaving And I'm telling you to go And I'm not so sorry for the heart-wreck But for each season left unblessed The new terror in the canyons The new terror in our chests