All The Apostles Lyrics

Send all the apostles to the foot of my bed

We'll share bottles of wine and forgive ourselves for our worst mistakes

We can party with the angels on the roof while all the rivers run with blood

Hum along to the trumpets

Watch the dogs run unchained and free through the streets

In the madness of the night there was nowhere left to hide

We were left alone with our thoughts what could be worse than that?

Send all the apostles to the foot of my bed

We can read ourselves to sleep and pretend this world doesn't exist

Pour the present to the rim of a glass watch as it spills over the edge

Bring bowls of salt and earth

Humming along to an old devil's dirge

On a Saturday night when there's nowhere left to hide

Left alone amongst the chaos

Just lost in the neon lights

On a Sunday night when I'm barely left alive

I'm left alone with my phone barely breathing along