I stoke the fires,
The dull hand for the job, I guess.
This is where I've come to rest.
This is what has come.
Hands gripping hands.
Friends strewn in perfect bands
Tight across the lawn,
Right across the dawn.
Who knew time would fray
As it's wearing thin?
Tell me where to lay again,
Tell me where I've been.
The sky hastens pink.
Then I drop my guard.
I thought I was listening
To the thunder in my palm.
When the deed is done
And the curlews sing,
Throw open the doors
And let the sunlight in.
Lay me on the ground,
Cleanse me of my sins,
Let me feed the soil, please,
Let me start again.
I stoked the fires,
The dull hand for the job, I guess.
That I have come to rest.
This is what has come, mmm
This is what has come.
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I stoke the fires,
The dull hand for the job, I guess.
This is where I've come to rest.
This is what has come.
Hands gripping hands.
Friends strewn in perfect bands
Tight across the lawn,
Right across the dawn.
Who knew time would fray
As it's wearing thin?
Tell me where to lay again,
Tell me where I've been.
The sky hastens pink.
Then I drop my guard.
I thought I was listening
To the thunder in my palm.
When the deed is done
And the curlews sing,
Throw open the doors
And let the sunlight in.
Lay me on the ground,
Cleanse me of my sins,
Let me feed the soil, please,
Let me start again.
I stoked the fires,
The dull hand for the job, I guess.
That I have come to rest.
This is what has come, mmm
This is what has come.
The dull hand for the job, I guess.
This is where I've come to rest.
This is what has come.
Hands gripping hands.
Friends strewn in perfect bands
Tight across the lawn,
Right across the dawn.
Who knew time would fray
As it's wearing thin?
Tell me where to lay again,
Tell me where I've been.
The sky hastens pink.
Then I drop my guard.
I thought I was listening
To the thunder in my palm.
When the deed is done
And the curlews sing,
Throw open the doors
And let the sunlight in.
Lay me on the ground,
Cleanse me of my sins,
Let me feed the soil, please,
Let me start again.
I stoked the fires,
The dull hand for the job, I guess.
That I have come to rest.
This is what has come, mmm
This is what has come.
Writer: Rob Brinkmann, Sam Frankl
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music