Piers Faccini And Still The Calling
I heard mute voices mouthing prayers
to unknown ones
Whose mouths had once prayed to gods
in the songs of broken tongues
I heard drum breaks roll
from the edge of the falling heights
Cascading sounds colliding
devouring up by the night
I heard the snap of wings
beat as the flocks spread west
I stood and listened
to the silent echo that it left
Calling you, Calling me
Calling you, Calling me
I heard the poison moaning
inside the depths of me
I felt it turning
like driftwood on dead seas
Until I heard it take root
and branch fruit against the skies
For my empty hands
to pick them free of claps and of cries
And overcome and overrun
I remembered once again the fear
The fear of being alone
the fear of never leaving here
Calling you, Calling me
Calling you, Calling me
Still it takes and still it holds
And still it comes it opens and folds
And still I wait and still I lie
And still the rope around me is tied
And so the voices guide me
between tension and release
And so the voices
throw me between turmoil and relief
And the voices inside voices s
peak to this voice that remains
Until our voices join together
for one last refrain
Calling you, Calling me
Calling you, Calling me
Calling you, Calling me
And still it takes and still it holds
And still it comes it opens and folds
And still I wait and still I lie
And still the rope around me is tied
