The Tale of Dusty and Pistol Pete

Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors
"Why can't you miss me?"
Pistol Pete removes the final breaths
From her unkind and she is shakenWhat does this mean in love or in peace?
With you lying next to me
So faithless serene
And she calls to himLet the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scarsAlone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs
Of her waiting
With raven hands, she steals and staggers towards her man
Still scorned by his demonBecause he's undone
Become the language of
Disaster and love, vengeance and dust
And she calls to himLet the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scarsDusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes
Of hurt and teardrop
As he holds her down in the cold lonely wind
Together again, her inside him and she calls to himLet the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars