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Fists of
Flood |
Lyrics:
He collapses a line over calm and color, threads the wave with his hand where he stands, and lover I have seen you move through shadow. Well it suits my new eyes. He's taken a vow. He knows how to sleep, and tells me what you adore you'll live for and keep it locked up like a light in shadow, fists of flood and heavy eyes.
If you knew him like I do you would not judge so hard. He's taken a heart broken in two, carried as close as he carries his own. He's a matter of life and of aim and of time and all that can make a man. He's a matter of will and of weight and of fight and all that I understand when he says that we'll survive.
When the water well rolled, wreaked of rain and evening - and the stories I'm told all occurred in autumn horizontal life like leaves of light that line the low ground. If his fingers were wet they were not unseemly. They were touching my face and the trees bare naked teasing as they move in circles fists of flood and heavy eyes.
If you knew him like I do you would not judge so hard. He's taken a heart broken in two, carried as close as he carries his own. He's a matter of life and of aim and of time and all that can make a man. He's a matter of will and of weight and of fight and all that I understand when he says that we'll survive.
Your god, he sits in silence. Your god asks you to perform like a circus clown and your god he knows no violence. Is your god even alive? Is your god even alive? Because he is nothing like mine.
If you knew him like I do you would not judge so hard. He's taken a heart broken in two, carried as close as he carries his own. He's a matter of life and of aim and of time and all that can make a man. He's a matter of will and of weight and of fight and all that I understand when he says that we'll survive.
Your god, he sits in silence. Your god asks you to perform like a circus clown and your god he knows no violence. Is your god even alive? Is your god even alive? Because he is nothing like mine.