Patrick McCarthy: Music, Lyrics, Arrangements
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WE COUNT THE COST

The depth of what I've done it cuts like a blade
On my train of thoughts where shadows parade
I carry the weight of things I can't undo
The tracks are endless but the stops are few

When the sun sinks low and the night begins
I find her waiting where the silence spins

She lights many candles they flicker and dance
And Looks like an angel in a fleeting glance
She Hands me the bottle we drink to the lost
To the fearful the fallen we count the cost

Her hands are steady as she pours the red
The room is alive though many words stay unsaid
A toast to the broken the lost and unseen
A bittersweet hymn for the spaces between

The bottle runs dry but the ghosts remain
They dance in the smoke they sing in the rain
The weight in my chest feels lighter somehow
In her glow I forget but just for now

She lights many candles they flicker and dance
And Looks like an angel in a fleeting glance
She Hands me the bottle we drink to the lost
To the tearful the fallen we count the cost

We drown the echoes till we've had our fill
But no candle burns without wax to spill

She lights many candles they flicker and dance
And Looks like an angel in a fleeting glance
She Hands me the bottle we drink to the lost
To the tearful the fallen we count the cost