Mourn - Down

Hotel room of doom

I can’t find a clue

Confusion, broken hearted woe

Sheets and pillows soaked

My telephone seems broken

I’m calling crucified

Blacklisted no reply

Be my eyes

Be my eyes

Be my eyes

Stole my sight

But not my heart

I miss my second home

Adopted son doth mourn

Adopted son doth mourn

Sermon served in praise

In a sacred empty space

Pit no one’s sorrow against your own

Seven days in vain

The last three spent enflamed

I stand crucified

As they’re stricken blind

Be my eyes

Be my eyes

Be my eyes

Stole my sight

But not my heart

Missing the lone state home

My blood runs cold, I mourn

Stole my sight

But not my heart

I miss my second home

Adopted son doth mourn

Mourn, yeah

Be my eyes

Be my eyes

Be my eyes

Stole my sight

But not my heart

Missing the lone state home

My blood runs cold, I mourn

Stole my sight

But not my heart

I miss my second home

Adopted son doth mourn