Ordinary Boys. Call To Arms. Zeneszám

Curl up tight into a ball, curl my body against the soil
Staring up here, at the cathedral wall
I will sleep tonight, be a baby, forget it all, be a baby
Watch the quiet stones, massive friend
Cathedral wall, I will sleep tonight

A mother to the living, a mother to the dead
Silent as the moonlight, I come to lay my head
And I won't know you anymore

The puckish evening rolls once more
Into the ravenous night of hunger pains
That keep our troubled souls awake
We are forbidden to explain

A mother to the living, a mother to the dead
My ghost will drink the moonlight
Magic stones, my heart and bones
And I won't know you anymore

She's cold, she knows me cathedral wall
She's cold, she shows I borrow, keep away
Keep you away my love, my love
And pray I might sleep tonight

The violence of my heartbeat, the violence of the blood
I will sleep with the cathedral
And, one day, you'll give up and I will love you
But I won't know you anymore

My frenzied and exhausted mind
Will somehow find a way to leave you for a time?
Condemned to lying and lying awake
(These chains are all your own)