Laid below, every time white lilies grow Pushing up through powdered snow Let the sparrows know If I could, I would hold your face right here, Never let it disappear But my hands betray me each time In repent I feed my caution Friends submerge in the distortion We catch our smiles and pin them up In some unholy cover up And I know it will follow For the rest of the show Like an uncanny moon Flooding into my room. And I know, it will follow But there's no love or light inside of a cocoon End of days, a marching band begins to play A hopeful, and a fine parade Pray our lilies grow In repent I feed my caution My friends submerge in the distortion We catch our smiles and pin them up In some unholy cover up And I know it will follow For the rest of the show Like an uncanny moon Flooding into my room And I know it will follow But there's no love or light inside of a cocoon And I know it will follow For the rest of the show Like an uncanny moon Flooding into my room And I know it will follow But there's no love or light inside of a cocoon