Millstones Songtext
von Tom Roger Aadland

I wrote that song while I waited for you to wake up
Your sleep back then was so trustful and so pure
And I filled it with all the affection that I could
Thought it′d be my antidote, thought it'd be my cure

Now I understand that something has been twisted
I see some dubious creatures beneath your bed
Whoever did this, it was regardless of your features
They just took a heart out, they meant to fill it up with lead

I see millstones around them necks
I see windows where ravens peck
I see them painting by numbers on your chest
Millstones ′round them necks would have been the best

Right now this river's rough, I can't get over
I′ll have to leave you there and go and re-establish my trust
But my lapsing faith can′t cover up these visions
I see a flickering flame, I see you walk a floor of sudden gusts


The wind carries memories of your soft and steady breathing
And the sunlight on my finger ignites a soulful pledge
In my dream I stand beneath you with my arms reaching
And you've opened up the window, you′re standing on the ledge

I see millstones around them necks
I see a faint light that falls in specks
I see them crowding you, see your throat congest
Millstones 'round them necks would have been the best

Well, I don′t know what it's like to grow up in a snake pit
To routinely have your expanding soul circumcised
But I do know there′ll come a day of righteous judgment
Though it may not necessarily be advertised

Go tell your doctor a song is a redeemer
And a beautiful detector of the fractures of the soul
All while you slept, you glowed with an angelic radiance
While your half brothers made it big-time dealing coal

I see millstones around them necks
I see bleached bones in deserted wrecks
I see them painting by numbers on your chest
Millstones 'round them necks would have been the best

Millstones
But I'll try and stand up to the test