Whispering Sons - Heat

Amid a transfixed crowd, their mouths agape
Gathered around a centerpiece
Amid pillars and statues so majestic
I move with their mechanical dancing
Beaming like the highest art
She strikes divine, yet taunts me with her smile
I’m mystified as we lock eyes Hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me
Hold me down
Hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me
Hold me down Swelling smoke streams around her feet
Her veins glowing bright with heat
She reveals fissures in her magnificence
While I still dwell on diligence
I see the masses disperse at the sight of it
Their shutters hide the sight of it
And I am stunned by the sight of it
I stand still Close to my world’s end
She rose and brought hell under my skin
She was sleeping so soundly
Sleeping so soundly
Close to my world’s end
She rose and brought hell under my skin
She was sleeping so soundly
Sleeping so soundly Hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me
Hold me down
Hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me
Hold me down She has a face no stranger than mine
Flaring up under the red stained sky
In the glorious ruins of her appearance
I recognize myself disappearing
I weep for the wreckage around me
Her betrayal confounds me, a spectacle
That haunts me every time we lock eyes Close to my world’s end
She rose and brought hell under my skin
She was sleeping so soundly
Sleeping so soundly
Close to my world’s end
She rose and brought hell under my skin
She was sleeping so soundly
Sleeping so soundly