Your Bow May Bend Songtext
von Buried Beds

Left alone a seed to sadness grows
Burrows down where thoughts may hide
And breaks up in your cellar floor
And let the water pour, inside


Fill your cup with all the ash and bone
Digging down to see her eyes
And though the archer′s bow may bend
A lie that's never told, begins

Abide with me my son
And sing a life that′s done
Help for helpless ones, I'll find

Now our arms begin to bend and break
Skin and hair and hearts still grow
We'll sing her death
We′ll sing her death.