In the Cavez of Night by Thanksgiving Lyrics
No one will glorify me now
One step ahead, I sent them back
With their own wax they're pulling at them
And I am glad that no one knows
If what's inside of me is gold
No one will glorify me now
Or say I'm too pure for the world
And with my childhood pulled back
My hair has known this winter's wind
I may not ever find a hat
To make me that warm again
One step ahead, I sent them back
With their own wax they're pulling at them
And I am glad that no one knows
If what's inside of me is gold
No one will glorify me now
Or say I'm too pure for the world
And with my childhood pulled back
My hair has known this winter's wind
I may not ever find a hat
To make me that warm again