Black Mass

I was staring through the stained glass

Into the procession of a black mass

Saw how subject at the altar wants their life back

The view from here to there's a lot like wilting flowers

It's bored beyond repair and unfit for an altar

It's strange relating with the lamb to the slaughter

But hey, do you really want to throw it away?

Do you really want to throw it away?

I'd do anything to make you stay

We used to want to take the back roads

But now we found a distance shorter

You used to call me darling

Now you prefer more formal

We used to get high and stare at the moon

And wonder how long it would take to walk to

But now that's like the distance between me and you

But hey, do you really want to throw it away?

Do you really want to throw it away?

I'd do anything to make you stay

For just a little, just a little bit longer

For just a little, just a little bit longer

For just a little, just a little bit longer

For just a little, just a little bit longer