The God Of Loss Songtext
von Darlingside

My father was a carpenter
My mother she died young
I′m the eldest of my brothers
You're the trouble in my blood
Trouble in my blood

I swore that I′d stay humble
Like my father was before
He built the home I live in
Of sand and mud and smoke
Sand and mud and smoke


Yes, we will leave here without a trace
Take a new name and an old shape
I'll be no outlaw, no renegade
Just your faithful god of loss

So meet me by the river
On a boat-shaped piece of earth
We press our bones together
And the spider does its work

With flakes of garlic
And petals from a rose
If it's small enough to carry
You and I can call it home
You and I can call it home

Yes, we will leave here without a trace
Take a new name and an old shape
I′ll be no outlaw, no renegade
Just your faithful god of loss