Purple Mountain Singalong

Pipes of an organ that will whistle forever Haunt me and steal my sleep Treble and roaring your melodies so steady Unflinching and unseen Don't cha touch my hands or I'll fall again Again I will fall ill Oh purple mountain I hike you forever Or till I run out of days Upside down and broken I see my presence fading A failure in every way Twas not long ago that my door was closed And yes I miss it still If you say you're leaving you better be damn certain Don't walk back the pledge you made I always saw you perfect and myself a pagan But we're not so different these days So with bloody hands you will cut again Through the weeds of guilt They can take it slow right down to the bone Thank god for the thrill