Conversations at the End of the World

Oh hello, how are you, my favorite son?
In an hour I will go where Ive never gone
In the span of the space between your mothers eyes
are the secrets that Ive saved
I hand them down to you
ooh. The averages and laws,
it was every man for himself every child alone
Oh why do they shine so bright in my dreams?
Golden blades, forged from love , they sever my feet
but you know, where theyre going, when all is said and done
I dont need them or my secrets
Just the grace of one
here they come
here they come
here they come...
oh hear they come!
is everything signed? Is everything done?
Im sorry about the blood
...the devil and his stones
It was every man for himself, every child alon
Please tell your mother Im sorry for the strife
tell your brother I loved him
...the same to his wife
and if you have a heart to take my life away
give me something
give me anger to remember you today
Cause here they come
oh here they come
Is everything signed? Can nothing be undone?
Im sorry about the blood
...the devil and his stones
It was every man for himself, every child alone...