Lover Songtext / Lyric

Turning the tables

Letting the fabled story unfold

I'm not a fighter

I'm not a man who balances gold

I'm not the lying

I'm not the mining kind

I'm a debaser

I'm gonna melt mistakes togehter

I've known danger

Played my strengths in the hand of stranger

But I'm not the ridden

I'm not the hidden kind






I won't be the kind of lover

who takes you hand and holds another

No I won't be the kind of lover

who takes your hand and holds you under



Cold is rising

Dancing with the dead and dying

The hunter is near

Pen for a sword and a tongue for a spear

The scent of attrition

The bells of the mission sound



I won't be the kind of lover

who takes you hand and holds another

No I won't be the kind of lover

who takes your hand and holds you under