Crown of Thorns
Dim lights
Carry from the wings
The angel king
I was there
I saw them weave that
New hat through your angel hair
In the end when it was through
The world lay shrunken by few old
Friends and memories tattered
Hung from little points
On your crown of thorns
On your crown of thorns

Growin' old
Countin’ easy days left
On one shakin' hand
Runnin' wild behind a bunsen bull
Here comes a runnin’ child
Now the wind blows cold around
A door I never closed before and the
Snow keeps stickin' to the blood
Little points
On your crown of thorns
On your crown of thorns
On your crown of thorns
On your crown of thorns