Woven Hand - Wooden Brother Lyrics

Verse 1
We hit the floor
Just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose
To the curve of her hip
I did not know
It was too much
Too much for me to handle
To be shown to the heart of the matter
By your holy candle

Verse 2
The clank of your second hand
The stare of your glass eye
Have I no wisdom
That is not wise
In that way we laid the rail
A woven handmade Indian
I spoke and understood
Your golden Virginian

Verse 3
Still not a day goes by
Something always
Something always by and by

Verse 4
Sing the same old song
In the same old way
Through mystic maze of memory
Our days of disarray
Stood still in the same place twice
Just to cast a shadow
Cast down by a western sun
You have the right to know

[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for correcting these lyrics]