if this is redemption, why do i bother at all there’s nothing to mention, and nothing has changed still i’d rather be working at something, than praying for the rain so i wander on, till someone else is saved
i moved to the coast, under a mountain swam in the ocean, slept on my own at dawn i would watch the sun, cut ribbons through the bay i’d remember all, the things my mother wrote
that we don’t eat until your fathers at the table we don’t drink until the devils turned to dust never once has any man i’ve met been able to love so if i were you, i’d have a little trust
two thousand years, i’ve been in that water two thousand years, sunk like a stone desperately reaching for nets that the fishermen have thrown trying to find, a little bit of hope
me i was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid pages were folded, then there was nothing at all so if in the future i might, need myself a saviour i’ll remember what was, written on that wall
that we don’t eat until your fathers at the table we don’t drink until the devils turned to dust never once has any man i’ve met been able to love so if i were you, i’d have a little trust
am i an honest man and true have i been good to you at all oh i’m so tired of playing these games we’d just be running down the same old lines, the same old stories of breathless trains and, worn down glories houses burning, worlds that turn on their own
so we don’t eat until your fathers at the table we don’t drink until the devils turned to dust and never once has, any man i’ve met been able to love so if i were you my friend learn to have just a, little bit of trust.