Hour of You - Brian Grey

The hour of reckoning draws near Judgment day is here and gone Sweetly, she draws me into her arms A liquid embrace to chase the day away Sedate, numb, deaf and dumb Stumbling into solitude A clouded judgment day is fueled Take me under your black wings Mark my words and remember me So sweetly she sucks away at my time So sweetly she draws me nigh Closer and closer towards never ending sleep Spin the bottle Kiss only the bottle The dark mistress of many, beholden to none Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement Eternal engagement Never consummated Never consummated Take me under your black wings Mark my words and remember me Destroyer of senses So take as needed for the pain Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky My sweet demoness beckons me Ever again and again and again and again The dark mistress of many, beholden to none My sweet demoness Beckons me ever again and again and again and again Take me under your black wings Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction

Mmmmm If you wanna know real feeling Take the time for healing A moment in the morning for prayer Begin anew with sunrise Wipe the dust from your eyes Be rid of your disguises again A little for your father, a little for your mother A little for your sister, a little for your brother A little love for your soul will make you whole If you're looking for protection Learn to read directions Written in the depths of your soul Remember in the noon day Sit in peace, meditate Stillness takes you farther than you know A little for your father, a little for your mother A little for your sister, a little for your brother A little love for your soul will make you whole Da da da da Da da da da Da da da da Da da da da Da da da da Da da da da If you wanna walk in power Dedicate an hour An hour for the shower of love Do it in the evening You will be receiving The piece that you've Been leaving behind A little for your father, a little for your mother A little for your sister, a little for your brother A little love for your soul will make you whole, oh Be rid of your disguises again Be rid of your disguises again Be rid of your disguises again Be rid of your disguises again Be rid of your disguises again Be rid of your disguises again

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! The joys I feel, the bliss I share, Of those whose anxious spirits burn With strong desires for thy return! With such I hasten to the place Where God my Savior shows His face, And gladly take my station there, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy consolation share, Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home and take my flight This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise To seize the everlasting prize, And shout, while passing through the air, "Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!"

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer That calls me from a world of care And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter's snare By Thy return, sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer The joys I feel, the bliss I share Of those whose anxious spirits burn With strong desires for Thy return With such I hasten to the place Where God my Savior shows His face And gladly take my station there And wait for Thee, sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer And wait for Thee, sweet hour of prayer