Come Back and Visit

Remember in a voiceless sob

Come back and visit

Iron town call it ox blood red

Snowfall you can bury your hands in

And the past lies dead

Put your hands straight through it

Make a feast of desire

It`s always hungry

Snow falls against the light

Put the memory of your face

In a place it cannot be

In a chair opposite me

Then let the dead desire

Lay your hands on me...

And if you find a better place

Leave a mark I`ll find it

Count the ways

Counting one two three

Shade your eyes in metal

Then comes the senseless echo

Let the dead desire

Lay your hands on me