Jeffrey Martin - Sculptor lyrics

Out across the dying engine are
The cities mocking heaven
Plans to fill the decades
Plans to keep death hidden
Swing away until the sun goes
Trade your soul for a photo
And stories that we all know
Are empty in the end

But, you wrote a letter like a sculpture
And I cried and let the day go
I miss your breath on my shoulder
I miss your breath on my shoulder

Driving north through California
The sun is on the sea
I know exactly who I am
It's not who I want to be

The space between goes on forever
A blessing and a curse a dreamer and a liar


The devil in the church

But, you wrote a letter like a sculpture
And I cried and let the day go
I miss your breath on my shoulder
I miss your breath on my shoulder

Silver-tongued, the blood in my veins
A salesman with a dark flame
Nothing matters in the end child
You're only here for a short while

And sadness is a blanket
A comfort in the chains
I wear when I am hopeless
And too afraid to change

But, you wrote a letter like a sculpture
And I cried and let the day go
I miss your breath on my shoulder
I miss your breath on my shoulder