Graves Songtext
von Caligula’s Horse
Graves Songtext
Faint heart
World can wait for the weary hands to learn it′s too late
But I'm spit and I′m rough dirt
What do you want from me?
Faint heart
Tip of my tongue, a song like youth: wasted on the young
And it's over and over
What kind of father could I be?
Faint heart
Rain to the spark, at last my light giving in to dark
And the thought of it crumbling to dust
No, I was not done
Faint heart
Beg she won't see the coward, the cur, maybe this is me
These hands shaped stone
But I′m scared like you wouldn′t believe it
Faint heart
Only a glimpse, I was wrong, take it back, just let this one live
Then it hits me like ice to the bone
What if I'm just like him?
Good god
Give me the strength that I need not to be
To fight, not to flee, or succumb to the beast underneath
What if he′s just like me?
Naked in the wild
All was reconciled
When I held my child
Naked in the wild
All was reconciled
When I held my child
Quiet mind
Peace
Quiet mind
Reach
Quiet mind
Be at peace
Reach
We are the fire that whispers our mother's words
Help me, love (help me finish it)
We are the soil that joy gave form
We are the dream, and these are my father′s hands
Help me, love (help me finish it)
We are the soil that joy gave form
Help me finish it
Rising waves cry "he'll go first..."
(You know that it is all that′s left of our dream)
Hope sings to the dust of you
He was always the better
The thief who shapes the images you dreamed for nothing
Just take back what's yours, don't keep me waiting
He sees me
Waves receding
The child, healing my hurt, one day at a time
I′d feared it
Just like me
The child, healing my hurt, one day at a time
Storm′s distant
I'm still closer than ever
And I′m healing my hurt
One day I'll repay this kindness
Oh, he sees me whole
Her voice is telling me
To breathe and let it be, the lion
Heed my words
The man arise from earth
The life the lie is worth, the liar
Heed my words
You′ll go first
The wound that would not heal
The boy, the broken wheel, the lion
Heed my hurt
The wind that whips the waves
The spit, the second grave, the liar
Heed my hurt, you'll go first
We are the fire that whispers our mother′s words
Help me, love (help me finish it)
We are the soil that joy gave form
We are the dream, and these are my father's hands
Help me, love (help me finish it)
We are the soil that joy gave form
Waves receding, and faith is fading like the sun
The work left undone
Now that it's been taken from me
Tell me it was all for nothing
Alright
Play the part, the eyes, the witness
That I can touch you deep, can you feel this?
Alright
Breathe and let it be
Carving out the world that you stole
Bite down on it, dig a new hole
O hands
I beg you, break the stone beneath me
Knowing that she won′t forgive me
Not this time, not again
But she married my anger too
And what am I to stay to my son now?
My work undone...
What am I to stay to my son now?
Hands shape stone
Hands shape stone
Hands shape...
Hands shape stone
Hands shape stone
Hands shape...
Hands shape stone
Hands shape stone
Hands shape...
World can wait for the weary hands to learn it′s too late
But I'm spit and I′m rough dirt
What do you want from me?
Faint heart
Tip of my tongue, a song like youth: wasted on the young
And it's over and over
What kind of father could I be?
Faint heart
Rain to the spark, at last my light giving in to dark
And the thought of it crumbling to dust
No, I was not done
Faint heart
Beg she won't see the coward, the cur, maybe this is me
These hands shaped stone
But I′m scared like you wouldn′t believe it
Faint heart
Only a glimpse, I was wrong, take it back, just let this one live
Then it hits me like ice to the bone
What if I'm just like him?
Good god
Give me the strength that I need not to be
To fight, not to flee, or succumb to the beast underneath
What if he′s just like me?
Naked in the wild
All was reconciled
When I held my child
Naked in the wild
All was reconciled
When I held my child
Quiet mind
Peace
Quiet mind
Reach
Quiet mind
Be at peace
Reach
We are the fire that whispers our mother's words
Help me, love (help me finish it)
We are the soil that joy gave form
We are the dream, and these are my father′s hands
Help me, love (help me finish it)
We are the soil that joy gave form
Help me finish it
Rising waves cry "he'll go first..."
(You know that it is all that′s left of our dream)
Hope sings to the dust of you
He was always the better
The thief who shapes the images you dreamed for nothing
Just take back what's yours, don't keep me waiting
He sees me
Waves receding
The child, healing my hurt, one day at a time
I′d feared it
Just like me
The child, healing my hurt, one day at a time
Storm′s distant
I'm still closer than ever
And I′m healing my hurt
One day I'll repay this kindness
Oh, he sees me whole
Her voice is telling me
To breathe and let it be, the lion
Heed my words
The man arise from earth
The life the lie is worth, the liar
Heed my words
You′ll go first
The wound that would not heal
The boy, the broken wheel, the lion
Heed my hurt
The wind that whips the waves
The spit, the second grave, the liar
Heed my hurt, you'll go first
We are the fire that whispers our mother′s words
Help me, love (help me finish it)
We are the soil that joy gave form
We are the dream, and these are my father's hands
Help me, love (help me finish it)
We are the soil that joy gave form
Waves receding, and faith is fading like the sun
The work left undone
Now that it's been taken from me
Tell me it was all for nothing
Alright
Play the part, the eyes, the witness
That I can touch you deep, can you feel this?
Alright
Breathe and let it be
Carving out the world that you stole
Bite down on it, dig a new hole
O hands
I beg you, break the stone beneath me
Knowing that she won′t forgive me
Not this time, not again
But she married my anger too
And what am I to stay to my son now?
My work undone...
What am I to stay to my son now?
Hands shape stone
Hands shape stone
Hands shape...
Hands shape stone
Hands shape stone
Hands shape...
Hands shape stone
Hands shape stone
Hands shape...
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