Wax on Radio - Guilding The Lily (Exposition: 2006) Widened eyes, why the look of startled surprise? Following, what's become of a sad sense of hope and your moaning of faith Sickened words of sadder days, a glorious fate Trust not what we've come to make of the truth Waking to the walls closing in around you Bright and bold are the fires we've set after you
Your grasp has been released from the god awful hand Your grasp has been released As an aching will rise in the bones, when will I need you?
Dig down in the sand tell us son what you've found in your hand You hold the ghost of your lost and broken soul Tell of the faith we will need to know for the plans to be made What's come of love? Will you know not what you've done until you see her? Me and my love We can't see straight Oh, me and my love We can't see straight
As we walk through a wood to a clearing of light Where the moonlight lets in all the creatures that stir there in the night I have followed you if only to show what we reap we will not sew Fading gray As the trouble come and go Fading gray
I have followed you if only to show that an aching rises in bone
Love of mine I have to tell you we're out of time The hell that has wrought us will soon reprise And leave our souls knowing life is pain until death closes our eyes