Seven Kinds of Sin - Sad Lovers & Giants

With golden wings of fire

He’s flown away across the fields

Nobody answers when he calls

I knew this time would come

Like winters hand of frozen steel

Riding a stallion down the hall

Seven times I’ve heard my conscience cry

I’ve never worked out why I need to live this tainted life

I cast a careless glance

Into the lake of my desires

Such are reflections on all that’s passed

And if I stare too hard

The ripples dance and call me liar

How do they know me I’ve never asked?

Seven times I’ve heard my conscience cry

I’ve never worked out why i need to live this tainted life

I’m waking up at last

With bitter after tastes of guilt

Shooting deserters we fired at will

And there’s a silhouette

A faceless shape that we have built

Scratching the dirt on the distant hills

Seven times I’ve heard my conscience cry

I’ve never worked out why I need to live this tainted life

How do i feel right now?

Suddenly I’m not sure

Slowly we all fall down

Like broken horses