Final Breath
The cold wind is scratching at the pane
A heavy hand of shadow and of rain (mmmmm)
The floorboards are humming with the strain
Oh, the clock is ticking down No more safety
in this town (hissing breath)
That's the sound of the final breath
Dancing on the edge of death
A dry
rattle in the throat of time
Paying for a heavy crime (shhh)
The lantern flicker is growing weak
There are no secrets left to speak (ahhhh)
The dust is settling on the floor
As someone knocks upon the door
Oh,
the clock is ticking down No more safety in this town
(hissing breath)
That's the sound of the final breath
Dancing on the edge of death
A dry
rattle in the throat of time
Paying for a heavy crime (shhh)
Cold iron in the clay
Wash the sins of yesterday (wash them away) No hope left to
borrow
No sunrise tomorrow (rattle) (huffff) (rattle)