The Anchorites - There Is No Sabbath in This House Lyrics

Come down
Resurrect your second shot
No, it doesn't matter
If they make it out or not

And I'm tired
Of making out and making in
Somewhere, out of space
The days are getting thin

And everyone
Is looking at the floor
Dust is in my mouth
The leper's at the door

There's a dream
That stays beneath my home
Sell me for a dime
It's the house of broken stone

And when we're all gone
It'll still be the same
The ghosts of my sons
Are calling my name

The heart in my head
Is still beating fast
But I still know
The first will be last

We wanna breathe
We wanna breathe
We wanna breathe
We wanna breathe

Well I hope we still can