Sanders Bohlke - Misdirection

I get cold in the quiet
Against the sound of the sleep
The night is young and discomforting

So bring on the fire
And the weighted love
And the misdirection of this holy dove

Cue the pilot
That brings in the east
Words are heavy when you're down on your knees

And I still can't remember
The warmth of September
Cause the same stars that cover you, they cover me

Who's to say
Love is war
With so much confusion bout what you're fighting for

And as fate should have it
I'm lying alone
Just pale flesh and buried bone