A Number To Murder Two

Pistol smoke retreating through the snow

An open door

Footprints trailed by crimson life no more

Skin is cold

Search lights beam to the coast

And hope falls with the tide low

Thoughts on your killer dance my way

Thoughts on your killer dance my way

Way, way

Way, way

Marble stones are cast across the shore

A coast of foam

Tales of men who brave the sea alone

No coming home

I don't know where you roam

But home, feels like lost souls

Thoughts of your killer dance my way

Thoughts of your killer dance my way

Way, way

Way, way