There will be many
Nights alone to pour the kerosene.
Scissors cut harness free,
The spotlight on the bed of the serene.
And when you call me out
In victory.
CHORUS
It's been a long night,
And I still came up missing.
And I touch to believe.
I gather my faith
To help me sleep.
Stare deep from the south.
Watermarked and straightened all out.
Lions spit broken teeth
When armies of insects surround.
And when you call me out in victory
CHORUS
And when you call me out
In victory.
And when you call me out
In victory.
Come call me out
And gather me.
Hearts tear out
In victory
OHHHH
CHORUS
To help me sleep.
To help me sleep.
To help
Me sleep.
Writer(s): Steven Holt, Brock Lindow, Thomas Noonan
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