Shovels & Rope This Means War
Well I had an awful dream
Lead your bones by a shallow stream
And I carved your name in a willow tree
And I beat the ground
With water clear and sun abright
I let the tears alone to dry
I raise my arms up to the sky
And challenge god
He had no pros
He had no right
To take my dove, my little light
Half of my soul, half of my sight
Have you no answers
Ill follow you no more
Im on my own
When I awoke
When I came to
My whole perspective was brand new
I made a vow, and I keep it true
Hold very close whats given you
