And we return to her with thirsty eyes, With history burning between our thighs, With naked longing trembling behind our smiles. Were going back to touch this hallowed land, Weve got God in our hearts, were holding gifts in our hands, And in that bag there is a loaded gun, This is a loaded gun, Ive got a- And we return, backs straight, chins high, hair shorn, Were going back to taste the grain from where our hunger was born, In bodies withered, wrinkled, worn, The framework showing through where the skin is torn. We are army ants, we are worker bees, We are salmon in the stream after years at sea, And this is blind mans bluff, but we dont need to see, Because we never miss our targets, no we cant miss. And we return to surrender, we return to fight, To keep warm inside her beauty just another night. Were going to turn back the tape to where the music starts, Were going to feel the cost of living in our fingers and hearts. Were going back to the place where the river begins, We going to break until the tears have burned away the sins Were wanna lose ourselves and learn to make love again, We here to finish what we start, were going to rip this all apart, Were going to press against the sky until we see our mothers face. jasonwebley.bandcamp/track/theres-not-a-step-we-can-take-that-does-not-bring-us-closer
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 19:45:46 +0000
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