So Long Forgotten The Colors On His Hands
[Chorus]
Pray for your courage,
Let the day break anew.
You say, in all your infinite ways,
“You will know grace.”
Home must be a lonesome mess like your head.
Mother must have a cold vacant side to her bed.
The smell we detest has ceased to rise from the basement.
You are dismissed,
I hope your time has not been wasted.
[Chorus]
Good friend, I pray.
Are you listening, when I am undone?
When I find I want nothing to do with love?
All foul words, I know not love.
All foul words, yet I’ve known love.
You are love, when love has lost its tongue.
Go to the Father for me. [x11]
I need this cemetery, (Go to the Father for me, go to the Father for me)
This hospital bed, (Go the the Father for me)
Out of perspective. (Go to the Father for me)
His painted hands cascading down my back. (Go to the Father for me, go to the Father for me)
Friend of mine, (Go to the Father for me)
Friend of mine, go.
