You're So High - Peter Wolf Crier

Awake greeted from the grave

Cold lips mumbling breath to save

For your i would wait

By my I would take on you

Wrestling fighting on the stage

Your heart pinned from mother’s aches

Fro you I would wait home

By me I would take on you

Bleeding hands upon the stove

Hiding from what no one knows

For you I would name all silent fears

Until you found your footsteps lying on the basement floors

Echos, tears from forgotten times

Swell on, suffocate then die

For you I would wait home

By me I would take on you

Blessing counted on all fours

Kneeling upon open sores

For you I would stand tall but I know I’m standing in your footsteps

Because you’re so high

You’re so high

You’re so high

You’re so high

You’re so high