[Verse 1] The house is quiet now, the fire’s gone grey I’ve bled the Earnshaws dry and turned the Lintons into clay I took their names, their gold, their pride, their very breath But the win is hollow, Cathy, in this waiting room of death. I climbed the ladder just to burn it from the top I built a machine that pride would never stop. [Chorus] Let the heather grow through the floorboards of my chest I’ve spent twenty years denied a moment’s rest. I’ve torn the world apart to find where you were hid And did the devil’s work for everything they did. But now the window’s open, and the latch is swinging free Cathy, reach inside—and claim the ghost of me. [Verse 2] Young Hareton has your eyes, but not your cruel tongue He’s found the light in the ruins that I’ve won My hands are tired of the whip, my heart is tired of the hate I’m a king of a graveyard, standing at the gate. Revenge is bitter, it’s a feast of salt and stone I'm tired of being this man and I’m tired of being alone. [Bridge] Six feet of dirt is a shallow grave For the kind of hunger that no soul can save. I’m not dying here, it feels like coming home To the hollow in the moor where the wild winds roam. I can see you in the mist, I can hear you in the rain Take the pulse from my wrist, take the memory of the pain. [Outro] The moors are calling... I’m letting go of the handle. I’m letting go of the hate. I’m coming to the window, Cathy. Don’t make me wait.
