Marian Call Vespers
It was a holy smokes sunset
I found myself on my way to the shore
In a crowd of silent strangers staring westward
To plead, praise, and mourn
A girl gets good at losing things
And I have lost them all before
Nothing for it but to name them to the sun, one by one
I'm done keeping score
In the last light, my scars all bear witness to what I've lived through
And I dreamed up another tattoo
(Learning things that we already knew)
Yeah, I dreamed up a brand new tattoo
Oh, you know the old stories, you know how it goes:
The gift is the curse is the gift is the curse and
My binaries break in the dark after dusk
so I'm done running from what was hard and what hurt
So our suffering wrote us a song
So our bravery broke all our bones
So the sunset is killer tonight --
The sky laughs as it tells us we're done
And it's no
No surprise, no surprise, no surprise...
No surprise, no surprise, no surprise
No surprise, no surprise, no surprise
In my garden twelve columns stretch skyward
They were pedestals not long ago
Where my youthful ideals and precarious idols did go
But with ropes and resignation
I tore all the tyrants down
They were poor substitutes for heroes and hope anyhow
(Nothin' to do but know we were wrong
Nothin' to see but a sky without storms
Nothin' to hear but the space where there should've been songs)
They thanked me, my statues
They wandered off, fractured but free
They could not hold my meaning for me
They could not hold my meaning for me
So our suffering wrote us a song
So our bravery broke all our bones
So the sunset is killer tonight --
The light laughs as it leaves us alone
And it's no
No surprise, no surprise, no surprise...
No surprise, no surprise, no surprise
No surprise, no surprise, no surprise
(Now we got nothin' to do but sit here and know
We were wrong, and know we were wrong
Now we got nothin' to hear but the space where there
Should've been songs, should've been songs)
So your victory came at a cost
So to find yourself got you so lost
Holding tight made it slip through your grasp
The storm drove you to shelter at last
So our suffering wrote us a song
So our bravery broke all our bones
So our scars map our fight to survive
Empty hands help you find your way home
Empty hands help you find your way home
Empty hands help you find your way home
