7 and 7 is 4
Same today, as before
Nothing less, nothing more
Did you hear my message, or did it fall too short?
There's a thousand different words I want to say to you
But only 3 have made it through the fog to you
When the mist is cleared of these moving, breathing pictures
Headstones of my words predict my coming future
The ashes will pile up as quickly as you left
Your place is reserved in this valley of the dead
I've taken this 5 hour drive
To see the fire fall from the sky
I see a glow from beyond the hill
And embers left from the space you filled
There's a thousand different words I wanna say to you
But only 3 have made it through the fog to you
When the mist is cleared of these moving, breathing pictures
Headstones of my words predict my coming future
The ashes will pile up as quickly as you left
Your place is reserved in this valley of the dead