Woven Hand Cohawkin Road
Hidden inside him
Music in the dark
This conquering kindness
To all in his quiver
Burdened hard
On the road
By law all are wounded
That you may know
You may know one another
She looks for me in picture
Oh my brother’s keeper
In picture worn smooth
From hand to hand
A quiet unlearning oh I had forgotten
To control the tongue
I do now remember
Do not all step to the end of dreams
Down piano wire
They will leave the lips
Of everyone’s desire
In the cold cold comfort
Of winter on winter
Swinging mood
Swinging mood
Quick round every turn
Within your frame
My sister
They are endless three
Yet in the mirror of the knife
I see only me
Do not all step to the end of dreams
Down piano wire
They will leave the lips
Of everyone’s desire
