The Dear Hunter - His Hands Matched His Tongue lyrics
[The Dear Hunter - His Hands Matched His Tongue lyrics]
Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe
That in time I think I'll see just
What's been weighing down on me
An unearthly void collapsed
Exposing what was trapped
To release this serendipitous design
The smell of smoke
The evening sky was bruised
Belated conversations saturate anticipation
For the answers that simply won't come
But not I, I won't ask
Forget my place amongst the grass
The leaves and the trees remember me
And in my naïveté it might be seen
The pail has leaks and even if
You put all your water into it
You end up with nothing left to drink
The well has gone dry and I with it
Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone
Oh, someday she'll be gone
(We'll still have a song to sing
We'll still have a song to sing
We'll still have a song to sing
We'll still have a song to sing)
Sing softly, bring me to the lake
Sing softly, sing me to the lake
(We'll still have a song to sing, Oh
Someday she'll be gone)
Sing softly, bring me to the lake
Sing softly, sing me to the lake
(We'll still have a song to sing, Oh
Someday she'll be gone)
Sing softly, bring me to the lake
Sing softly, sing me to the lake
(We'll still have a song to sing, Oh
Someday she'll be gone)
Sing softly, bring me to the lake
Sing softly, sing me to the lake
(We'll still have a song to sing, Oh
Someday she'll be gone)
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