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Lyrics:
Miles from St. Francis, meters from home Wandered through the wreckage I left three years ago Full as the woods, empty as my abode But if I come back, it’ll be Sever Road The trees in reception always line the street The towers on the corner of Tab Roberts still meet The skies where Leonid showed Mom and me The chaos of the city is no match for a King Swayed by the hammock, broke at 16 Broke at 29, middle-night in a dream Backyard, caught the room my parents should be Ghosts are getting louder but they’re whispering peace Said the prayer at 5 and 13 And also 29, and every time in between Resurrection haunts louder than grief Serpent lord was bold but he was bruised underneath Cities in the forest, cities of the plain Your taste of heaven given and my hell you restrained Music for the mending to messes I made “A Whisper & a Clamor” and a whimper of faith Throat full of sorrow, mouth full of shame Wash it out with soap, it’s an arrogant grave Of prototype perfections Where in Your embrace I've waited for the end But the end never came Then my fears come to rest At the tomb of my risen Lord Wept just like my mother Makes me weep a little more What did I think would happen? What did I think all this was for? The forest long, the canyon deep The sum of everything that runs to my core Then 80 north of Flagstaff Stumble back into Your call Storm bound for my sitting place You swallowed me, bones and all Strangest sense of safety in the center of the squall And the rain falls sideways As if it’s forgotten how to fall At all... Forgotten how to fall...
We’ve all been displaced The anachronistic violence Past all but defines us Ohh-ahh-ohh-ohh Number every grace But despair and grief defy it Dead set on a riot Ohh-ahh-ohh-ohh But what good have we lost That hasn’t first been given? Won’t one day be risen? Ohh-ahh-ohh-ohh Jesus, bring us back To the place we can’t deny it Resurrect, reprise it Ohh-ahh-ohh-ohh I looked at my shire One more time before I went home “Home enough for now,” I said And then prepared to face the desert alone One ring around my neck And one on a finger bone Felt double marked, like light and dark But the latter already atoned Then finally back in LA County Streams began to flow Hills remembered green again And lilies dared to grow And as the rain fell from the sky I danced out in that weather Then cried And he asked why I said, “It’s something getting better”
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