Hymnsong Songtext
von Sons of Bill

All the years I lost to sadness, all the years I lost to rage
Like a dog that bites its master, have you rattled at your cage
All the words you left unspoken gather 'round your brain to grieve
Around the slowly fading picture of the man you couldn't be


When we reach our proper station, will we have to shield our eyes
From the background radiation underneath these silent skies
Or live as dust beneath the altar, so forgotten and discrete
With no chance to ever falter underneath your savior's feet

We're convinced that there's a cadence to the murmurs in the dark
Rapt in patient arbitration between our weary head and heart
Until our spirits cease their raging in the silence of the night
We will look for love and logic in the dying of the light