Lost Art of Heaping Coal

We may never find true love
Because we're always leaving, we're chasing something
And we may never be secure
Because we've left our jobs, we've closed so many doors

When blood is needed nothing else will do
Where serpents strangle love-sick bones, Spirit allow us too

Spit fire (x4)
Heap coals (x2)
(repeat)

Revival is the time of fire (x3)

Spark a fire in the world
Bless a child tonight
Shine light in the darkest cities' life
Set ablaze the eyes on the blind man
Heap coals, shine bright
The angels weep tonight

We may never find true love
Because we're always leaving, we're chasing something
But we would trade all this and more
For what the locusts devour we know You can restore