Bow от The Bad Wife

"No faith", you say When your skin has turned to shade Shirt pocket holes from faded days All you failures might have looked the other way Some things always inspire slack - lust of a singular desire And it's not because you didn't ask nicely It's because you never ask at all In sordid rains of filthy gray Crystalline runs down in your weathered veins But winter always comes Do you... think these tragedies in shirt sleeves through Your hands get hard, and eyes red and wide The sign says: "lay down just this final time" Simple you never have been Blue knuckles blow you back to square one Just run that slick, black, steel again And shrug through hopeless skin "No faith", you say Should have stripped you from your shame Bitter lines frame your face Crystalline runs down in your weathered veins It's truly brave It's truly brave throughout It's truly brave It's truly brave throughout It's truly brave It's truly brave throughout