Once again I leave my grave

Dirt and daisies hit the pave

No sooner than I have turned

I hear the devil cooking up a new storm



My world ends on a regular basis

Yeah I fed quick and lonesome places

No sooner that I am dead

I feel the ravens tugging at my hair



Oh! Hark!

Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky

Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side

And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride



And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows

Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you

But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too

Oh! Hark!



Once again I leave my grave

And dirt and daisies hit the pave

But no sooner than I am dead

I feel the ravens tugging at my hair



Once again I leave my grave

[ Lisa Mitchell Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

Like a bird out of its cage

No sooner that I have won

I feel the storm clouds plotting against the sun



Oh! Hark!

Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky

Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side

And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride



And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows

Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you

But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too

Oh! Hark!



Oh! Hark!

Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky

Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side

And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride



And watch out

Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows

Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you

But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too

Oh! Hark!