The Gift The Willows song lyrics
The Gift The Willows song lyrics
Come and play me your sweetest song
Let your voice soar the sullen skies
Are there minstrels left to play along?
Can their frozen fingers improvise?
Weatherbound - not a sound
In these dormitory towns
See the marching band on sinking sand
As Rapunzel lets her virtue down
There are no lights in the playhouse
No more life in the dancehall
One dark night, we watched it all burn down
No more hymns for the forsaken
The headlamps dim on the road we're taking
Not a sign, I think we've lost our way
On and on, hear the bugle sound
For children with alleyway eyes
Shambling salesmen on their weary rounds
A smile, a shoe shine, and half-remembered lies
Weatherbound - not a sound
In these dormitory towns
Watch the Magdalene get stoned again
And leave the catwalk with blood upon her gown
There are no more books in the library
Something shook half the life from me
We mistook affluence for joy
No more hymns for the forsaken
The headlamps dim on the road we're taking
Winterblind, I think we've lost our way
Winterblind, I think we've lost our way
[II.
The medicine hides at the back of the store
While the cigarettes leer at the front
The man of the people is trusted no more
As he turns to the Berkshire Hunt
Fame for the loudmouths – the overgrown boys
While the poets stay home in their bed
Icarus stares at the moon in his navel
As better dreams die in his head
We're tirelessly wireless, ensnared in the web
And everyone wants to be stars
Right now we're so distant, so dead and far off
You could say that we already are
So post your heartache on eBay, your grief on YouTube
Until every last tear has been sold
While Lazarus voices a gentle request
To return to the comforting cold
[III.
Where's the soul?
Where's it gone?
(It keeps me up at night)
Just a hole
For so long
(Nothing makes it right)
So lay me down beneath the willows
In the rhythm of the rain
And I will listen as the wind blows
And wait for miracles again
Wait for miracles again
Lay me down beneath the willows
In the early morning rain
And I will listen as the wind blows
And wait for miracles again