Oh gangrenous ghost
what will you tell them now?
Your empires reign comes tumbling down
ripped out hearts grew on trees outside our house
now it's a cripple that hangs
from those broken boughs
and it's over
your sad sermon is over
Walking home with holes in our souls
I'll always remember the smell of your clothes
some bark blackens with painful bruises
one for each apple your orchard loses
and it's over
your sad sermon is over
And all the lies you told to me are gone
and all the love we shared is lost
and all the seas you sailed with me are gone
and all the memories are lost
The branches sway against their weight
the fruit it falls like rotten rain
and when your sermons reach their end
I'll be waiting for you then
and it's over
your sad sermon is over
what will you tell them now?
Your empires reign comes tumbling down
ripped out hearts grew on trees outside our house
now it's a cripple that hangs
from those broken boughs
and it's over
your sad sermon is over
Walking home with holes in our souls
I'll always remember the smell of your clothes
some bark blackens with painful bruises
one for each apple your orchard loses
and it's over
your sad sermon is over
And all the lies you told to me are gone
and all the love we shared is lost
and all the seas you sailed with me are gone
and all the memories are lost
The branches sway against their weight
the fruit it falls like rotten rain
and when your sermons reach their end
I'll be waiting for you then
and it's over
your sad sermon is over