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There were no phantoms or ghosts, no rattling of chains.
Just the merciful dark and the bloat in my veins,
A curse that has coursed through the cold, numbered days,
Now flooding out our lungs.
My sanctuary on the west calling from afar,
Chased these burdens to the hills and the reservoir
I was carried to the country, blood and thunder on my tongue
Summer swallowed my soul, swallowed me whole.
If we stay out here a little late,
No heavy heads, we are wide awake.
We’ll lose our shoes, our shirts and jump into the water
Wash away our names.
On the reservoir banks we took it all too far.
The night was torn rabid, in your trembling hands
Do you hear in the distance, do you hear the sound of the kill?
The storm blows harder - I come closer still.
My sanctuary on the west calling from afar,
Chased these burdens to the hills and the reservoir.
Barefoot in the valley, your name lingers on my tongue,
Still burning in my lungs.
If we stay out here a little late,
No heavy heads, we are wide awake.
We’ll lose our shoes, our shirts and jump into the water
Wash away our names.
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2. |
Hundreds Of Hands
05:04
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You cast your stone on the creek, overflown,
Beating down your door.
There was empty room, now your heart's consumed -
You're not feeling quite so young anymore.
The shades shut down when the man comes around,
There's a darkness like you've never known.
There's a debt to contest that you'll never put to rest,
You've no place to go, man, you can't find your home.
The days grow short and you're waiting for hundreds of hands.
All singing hosanna - I don't think they quite understand.
When the streets we grew up on are razed to the ground,
We'll be lifted up now hope cannot be found.
If there's one thing I know, it moves quick and it don't make a sound.
So you fight against the tide, the war is in your mind.
It's surrounding you.
The veil will be shed, a heavy heart, a lighter head.
You wanna run for the hills, I say it's kill or be killed.
The shades shut down when the man comes around,
There's a darkness like you've never known.
There's a debt to contest that you'll never put to rest,
If you cast your stone, I'll cast my stone.
The days have grown short, you're waiting for hundreds of hands.
All singing hosanna - I don't think they quite understand.
When the streets we grew up on cave into the ground,
We'll be lifted up when hope cannot be found.
There's a lesson learned here, it moves quick and it don't make a sound.
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