Left with images of you pouring from my eyes: You young, you here, day dawning, eyes wide.
Just images, just images all that's left all that I can find.
Like water from a cactus in the desert of my mind.
o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.
In a room that holds you like a guilt-ridden paralyzing cell:
no calls no mail no visitors for when you're in hell.
forced hellos rushed goodbyes and best wishes for you in the meantime
My face seen as often as God's can let guilt have its way of owning you like a dog.
May to March March to May The days fall with the promises I make.
Like water from a faucet into the sink of your faith.
o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins. o' brother, you leave me like blood from my veins.
We always seem to fall with only words to hold we always seem to fall with only photos to hold we always seem to fall with only memories to hold we always seem to fall without family to hold.