The Catacombs - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Strange voice on the telephone

Reminds me of my home

Underneath the earth and stone

I turn around for a sound

Love surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds

I been cut loose with nowhere to go now

For this dance I'm on my own

Too step to the catacombs

I turn around for

I turn around for a sound

Love surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds

I turn around for a sound

Love surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds

I've been cut loose with nowhere to go now

I've been taking my time

Covering over our ring in my hands

Ascending slowly

It's not the first time I've been lead to the gallows

Am I hooded God

It's not my first climb

Your lips are moving slow

Echoing down below

In this place I rest my bonеs

I've been down, falling down

I've been down, been down, I've been down, I'vе been down, been down, been down

I turn around for the sound

Love surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds, surrounds

I've been cut loose with nowhere to go now

Down home